Hux smoothed his leather-clad fingers over the new stripe on his sleeve for the umpteenth time, feeling the embroidered symbols and piping on his black uniform.
Colonel. Not long now, until he was made General, and perhaps the youngest yet, at only twenty-three.
He was still glowing from the praise Sloane had given him as she bestowed the rank on him, feeling her pride at his advancement wash over him like a warm flood of light.
He’d worked hard- even fought hard- for this rank. Sloane had told him when he was younger that his position was not guaranteed and that he would have to work for it, regardless of his connections.
The opinion he sought most, however, the favour and praise he craved most, would come from the man standing at the forward viewport. His uniform was a stark contrast to Hux’s, a gleaming white paired against stark black.
Hux stopped a few feet away from him, coming smartly to attention, his boot heels making a crisp snap. He saluted his superior as he waited for the other man to turn around.
Perhaps she could suddenly slow down the clock on her wrist because it had only started to speed up the last two days, she was getting closer and closer to meeting her soulmate, the one destined for her. Aimee Jordan wouldn’t admit that she was absolutely terrified.
She had known when she was younger it wasn’t any of her friends, her clock had years on it and for a couple of those years she had forgotten to check it until it went down to a month and then two weeks and then three days and now it was at twenty minutes and counting.
He was going to show up soon. The pilot’s hands wrung together as she tried not to pace around the pub they were all in. Why was she so nervous? She shouldn’t be this nervous but she was. What if they hated her? What if she hated them? What would she do then? Weren’t they always going to be connected? She felt her wrist burn a little and she glanced down. Five minutes and she can’t focus on what her friends are laughing about. All she can think is.
Soon. Soon. Soon.
The brunette’s hands begin to shake when the door opens and in walks a group of Air Force officers, ones she had yet to meet yet. They’d all meet within the next week but he’s among one of them. He has to be. The clock keeps ticking down to three minutes and then two minutes and before she knows it, it’s thirty seconds and her hazel eyes are scanning the room until they meet blue eyes of a tall blonde that almost takes her breath away.
Her heart skips a beat as her wrist tingles. She glanced down at it. Ten seconds and that’s about how long it takes for the man to walk over to her, blue eyes sparkling and she just knows that he knows who they are to each other.
‘It’s about time I found you, darlin’’
His southern drawl has her swooning as she nods, smiling ever so slowly because he’s got to be one of the most handsome men she had ever met.
‘Second Lieutentant. Lawrence Johnston and you are?’
It’s like she suddenly remembers how to speak but her cheeks are bright red as she takes his outstretched hand when she hears the familiar voice of Frank Sinatra fill her ears.
“Aimee. Aimee Jordan.”
“Well, Miss Jordan, mind having a dance with me?”
Her heart skips another beat at the smile he gives her and Aimee already knows she’s screwed. Because she’s already half way in love with the man.
“X Me” Your muse and his padawan drinking heavily and having a good time. HAPPY DRABBLES FOR THE WIN.
▸▸ MEME. ( @jediaceanik )DRINK ME - DRABBLE ABOUT OBI-WAN TAKING SHOTS WITH ANIK
Sometimes a little celebration was in order. Even if Master and Padawan didn’t always get along as the years rolled by - frayed at the edges their previous camaraderie had become - the two both knew the relief of finishing a long mission deployed on some far-off planet. Coming back to Coruscant, it was only right that they decided to take a night off and share a few drinks in the security of their joint quarters.
Of course, one shot became two, which became three, and soon a drinking game of sorts had begun. The rules were hazy (as were their thoughts) but laughed smothered barely by louder ‘SSHHHHH’ noises seemed to provide some sort-of governance that whatever game they played, it was to be played quietly. The walls of the Temple were not the thickest, and Obi-Wan certainly didn’t want to wake up to his neighbour’s complaints. The game itself was one somewhat similar to ‘never have I’ but with every losing shot it was becoming harder to remember precisely what they had never done.
One thing was for certain, though: neither of them would want to get up early the next morning.
[Captain Dumbass- Unsent] Do you know how hard it is nice to just kiss you? Like just grab your hands and pull you to me and just kiss you because it’s so fucking hard and it takes all of my willpower not to do it. I wonder if this is why I became a GL, my will to not tell you how I feel. Fuck this.
[Captain Dumbass- Unsent] Blondes aren’t your type and you fucking know it. She’s not good for you. Two blondes don’t go well together unless you’re my Aunt and Uncle and even then, he needs a lot of work. I need a lot of work. Fuck.
[Captain Dumbass- Unsent] How long are you going to be mad at me? All I did was hide all of your clothes. So worth how mad you were.
[Captain Dumbass- Unsent] I know you don’t care as much as I think you do but I landed myself in the infirmary, superhero one, I fucked up bad this time, Lawrence. Probably will be out of commission for a few week but people are safe, you’re safe, and that’s what matters. I’m sorry. Oh.. I should stop typing you’re coming here?
[Captain Dumbass- Unsent] I love you. I want to say it say badly and I have to catch myself because you don’t feel the same and I’m terrified that you’ll reject me and God damn it, I love you so much.
[Captain Dumbass] If you don’t get them to shut up, I’m about to shove a dick construct down their damn throats.
