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Thune City is a pleasant enough place, if you can ignore the oppressive heat in the day, the canals filled with stinging insects, and the crisscrossing lines of crime families that stalked the streets and made off-world smuggling as difficult as when they had Imperials breathing down their necks.

Still, their shipment had been made, they'd been paid in full, and Chopper was running maintenance that was going to take the night. The sun had nearly set, which meant that the heat was leveling off, that shadows were cutting across the yellow stone towers and domes of the city, and lights were starting to appear in windows.

Not to mention the bartender in this place could mix a Corellian Twister, so overall, Kanan isn't feeling much to complain about.

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"Next round's on me," Hera says, settling into a chair, drink in hand.

"Since you paid for this one."

It was a very generous offer that Kanan silently made by just showing up at this cantina.

"Hey, I can actually afford it for once."

See, he's still not complaining!

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"All right," Hera says, laughter making its way into her voice even as she keeps her face straight, "next round can be on you, too, seeing as you want it so much."

He grins. "Isn't that the basis of our partnership? I buy the drinks, you keep me out of trouble?"

"That last part's why you owe me a lifetime's supply of drinks already."

She's just saying, Kanan.

"And I always come through."

Beat. "As long as we get paid."

But they did get paid, so it's fine.

"And I always funnel my money back into the Ghost, so all's well that ends well."

She smirks a little.

"When we get paid."

"All right, Captain Hera," he says, in that over-the-top tone he knows annoys her. "How long do you think this payment will last us?"

Definitely better to do the math early in the drinking.

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She huffs out a breath, halfway to rolling her eyes.

"You know I'm not telling you right now. It'll ruin the celebratory mood."

"That bad, huh?"

It sounds about right. But he raises his glass to hers.

"To having enough for one night off?"

Hera raises her own glass.

"Half a night, if we're lucky. We left Chop all by himself, remember?"

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"He has his comm, he can call us. What's the worst that's going to happen?"

Kanan knows what her answer will be by the time he's barely started taking a sip of his drink, and quickly puts it down to add, "Besides the Zenos trying to steal the ship again."

"It's on your head when Chop ends up pranking your cabin."

Kanan cannot say she didn't warn him!

She closes her eyes, makes a stifled sound of frustration, and takes a drink.

"And that better be the last Zenos mention of the night."

Damn organized crime and their ability to recognize a quality ship.

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Kanan briefly puts up his hands in mock surrender.

"Chop is usually more entertaining after I've been drinking."

Though the complete opposite becomes true by the next morning.

"Remind me to tell him that."

You are so doomed, Kanan.

Kanan sighs. Perhaps a little dramatically.

"Half a night it is, captain."

"Next time, when no one's tried to steal our ride, maybe I'll give us a whole evening."

He just looks so sad.

"Are you sure?" he asks, with more dramatic concern. "That could be a whole... four hours of us not working."

Can Hera last that long? He has doubts about whether Hera can last that long.

Hera fidgets with her glass.

"Well, maybe you could take the whole evening, and Chop will spot me after half."

She can admit she's a workaholic, okay?

"Hera, there's a reason we leave him on the ship."

That Chopper would probably be useful if he ever got a in a bar fight again probably still doesn't make it a good idea.

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"You know, I'd completely forgotten that."

Hera's innocence should probably be more convincing.

Nah.

"Uh-huh."

Kanan takes another sip of his drink.

"I think I can see how Chopper turned out how he did."

"Good to see at least someone can."

Hera is glad to be appreciated.

She also appreciates this drink, which has now been emptied. (Because she drank it.)

"Speaking of seeing -- I think we're about up for the next round. Or at least I am."

Kanan rises from his chair with another dramatic sigh.

"Work, work, work..."

"Why else do you think I strong-armed you into shipping out with me!"

Hera doesn't snicker.

Much.

(Sometimes a woman has to revel in her good decisions.)