Their next stop ended up being Coruscant for a day or so. Being free to live as Force Users, previous Rebellion soldiers, and Ex-Jedi they could now safely return. They had just arrived at a Hangar near a group of Hotels.

"I can't believe we're back here," Evander remarked as the ship's engines hummed to a halt.

"I know," Flint said as he stood from his seat. They began walking out, grabbing large backpacks on their way. "Last time we came here we were criminals."

Evander laughed and elbowed him. "Don't say that too loudly, there's people out there."

Flint nodded and laughed a bit. "Oh, yeah. Forgot about that."

Evander made sure the ship was completely locked and then they set on their way. Flint had made reservations at a hotel near the center of the main part of the city.

"I'm still at a loss for how the New Republic managed to give all the Rebellion members such good reimbursement," Evander said breathlessly as they walked through the lobby of a rather lavish hotel. There was a crystal chandelier above them, shining in every direction.

"It reminds me of that one mission we all went on," Flint said. "The one where Jolie swung from a chandelier and smashed through a stained glass window?"

Evander smiled and then laughed to himself. "Alda and I were in the pits of a drug den."

They laughed at the fond memory and checked in. The man behind the counter mistook them for a couple. Neither of them corrected him, but they were very embarrassed and acted strangely.

Their room was smaller than the others, but still larger than most rooms they'd ever been in. There was even a balcony overlooking the city.

All seemed to be going well — until Evander discovered what drunk Flint was like.

      "Why don't we grab a drink?" Flint asked as they were sitting in their room trying to think of something to do for the next few hours before bed.

"Sure, but I won't drink," Evander said. "It's not exactly good for ex-alcoholics to drink."

"I would hope not," Flint said as he stood. "Shall we?"

Evander stood as well and put on a fancy accent and a scrunched face. "Why yes, good sir, we shall!"

After going down to the lobby and through the doors into the chilly night air, they walked down the sidewalk for a ways until they reached a bar. There were many to choose from, and they were wise enough to stay away from anything too loud and bright. By that they mean they ignored gay bars. It would be too awkward for them both.

"This good?" Evander asked as they stopped in front of a smaller bar. By Coruscant standards, it was quite run down, but compared to the places they'd been to in their lives and the lack of luxury they were used to it was quite nice.

"Sure," Flint replied as he opened the door for them. "Just don't leave me alone for too long," he laughed. "Social anxiety is a bitch and we do not socialize very often."

"Who said anything about socializing?" Evander asked with a smirk as he clapped Flint on the shoulder. They laughed and walked over to the bar.

Evander was able to order some tangy type of juice and Flint got a fruity drink.

"Have you ever gotten drunk before?" Evander asked him as Flint took a sip.

"No. Why?"

"I'm trying to decide if you're a crazy drunk or a sleepy drunk."

"What kind of drunk were you?"

He smirked. "A charming drunk."

Flint laughed and had a playful grin on his face.
"Even more than you usually are?" He shrugged jokingly and took a large sip of his drink. "The Galaxy isn't ready for that kind of power."

Evander just laughed. "Good, because drinking almost killed me and I'm not going down that road of self destruction again."

The pair continued talking, and Flint continued ordering, until they moved over to a corner of the bar where it was a little quieter. When Evander saw him begin to wobble and have to lean on the wall for balance, he cut him off.

"I think you're good," he said as he grabbed his glass from him and set it on a nearby table. There was quite a bit left.

"Ehhh," He slurred with a laugh. "You're probably right. I can't feel my anxiety, though!" He said excitedly, leaning forward with eager eyes.

"That's good, man, but you're getting drunk," Evander said with an amused chuckle. "I'm gonna go to the refresher real quick and grab a towel." He pointed down at Flint's now wet shirt. "Looks like you spilled."

Flint nodded and not so gracefully gave him finger-guns. "Okay, parter."

"Crazy drunk it is," Evander muttered as he went towards the bathroom. After a few minutes of waiting in line and dodging intoxicated people, he found a washcloth and wet it a bit before heading back out.

When he returned he saw Flint's glass empty and that he had downed another by himself.

"Flint! What the hell?!"

Flint just staggered over and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the bar. "Let's gooo!"

"Go where, dumbass?" Evander said as he stepped in front of him and grabbed onto his shoulders.

Flint looked genuinely confused and almost sad.
"I can't remember."

"Yeah, sounds about right," Evander muttered, looking around. "Let's get to the room."

"Ooo where's that?" Flint asked like a little kid.

"Your mother's butt."

Flint looked fascinated and started laughing maniacally.

"Yeah, definitely a crazy drunk."

After Evander had dragged him down the sidewalk and back to their hotel room, he locked the door and set Flint down on one bed. Evander went to the other and flopped down on his back. "You're exhausting."

Flint grunted and made a silly face. "Evander."

Evander sat up and faced his bed. "Yeah?"

"I have a secret."

"Okay," he said as he rubbed his temples, sounding completely done with the situation.

"Evander."

"Dear god, what!"

"I have a seeecret!"

"Okay, fine. I'll bite." He took a deep breathe in preparation. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you, smarty pants, it's a secret," he said as he winked and brought a finger to his lips.

Evander groaned and laid back down. "Go to bed."

"I need to tell you my secret, though."

"I'm listening," he said, clearly annoyed out of his mind.

"I texted Synyc on Tython for advice," he said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, yeah? What about?" Evander asked, now a bit intrigued, as he sat up.

He just jumped onto Evander's bed. He sat cross legged in front of him. It was a little too close for comfort considering he was drunk and reckless at the moment.

"Well, tell me in the morning, then." 

Flint didn't move, instead he kept his intense stare ripping into Evander's eyes. "You're so fucking drunk." Flint frowned. "Go to sleep."

Flint nodded and flopped down beside him in bed.

"In your own bed..."

Flint looked confused so Evander just moved himself to the other bed. He buried himself under the blankets and tried to sleep.

      Around one in the morning he woke up from his nightmares. They were all around Flint now. All he saw was him leaving him in some way, wether it be death or by choice.

He groaned quietly to himself and rolled out of bed. He could see Flint deep in sleep, reeking of alcohol and not tucked under any blankets. Evander laughed to himself and then gently laid his blanket down on top of Flint.

Then he threw on his cardigan from Naboo and grabbed his wrist comm. He had a call to make.

He sluggishly exited the hotel, forcing his exhausted legs to move, and stood in the cold, night air. There were still some people outside, but not many, so he called Synyc.

After five rings he picked up. "Holy shit what do you need at this hour?" Synyc asked in a hoarse voice.

"Oh no, did I wake up your sleeping beauty?" Evander shot back at him with a sarcastic tone.

"No because I ran outside to take the call and it's freezing. Are you guys okay?" He sounded better now, probably woken up a bit.

"I mean, yeah, but also no. Flint is passed out drunk but he's fine."

"Then why are you up?"

Evander sighed. "He got super drunk, a real lightweight, and acted so weird."

"That doesn't seem too surprising to me," Synyc replied. "What are you holding out on?"

"He said he texted you about something and then just stared at me. Like, stared at me."

Synyc stifled a laugh. "I can't tell you," he said.

"Why not?!"

"Bro code, sorry man," Synyc replied cooly.

"Oh, now that's low," Evander replied, now laughing to himself.

"He texted me about some stupid thing about the base, don't sweat it. Drunk people are weird."

"As a former alcoholic I can attest to that," Evander said with a chuckle.

Synyc laughed. "Just get him something for his head and a big breakfast and he'll be back to his brainy self in no time."

Evander sighed in relief. "Okay. Thanks, I know it's late."

"Yeah, no shit," Synyc said. Evander would be offended if not for the obvious smile in his voice.

"Say hi to Corr for me," Evander said with a smile of his own.

"Okay, I will. We miss you guys."

"We miss you, too. See you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

"Bye, kiddo."

"Cya, dad."