Kanan sighed as the bartender told him that she knew of no available jobs. Kanan then ordered a drink and looked around the cantina. Until the sun was down the place was pretty empty, he took his drink and walked over to sit next to Zeb, who was reading something off of a datapad. Kanan put his drink down in front of him, sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing, not one job available." Kanan said before taking a long drink.

Zeb looked around, "Eh, this planet seems to 'high class' for our help anyway."

"We need to figure out a way to get credits or we may as well live with the Phoenix Squadron." Kanan sighed.

"Hera's going to be angry if she finds out you're drinking again." Zeb said, still reading from the datapad.

"Hera's not going to find out, like she won't find about that the prank you played on her was you." Kanan said smiling.

Zeb laughed, "I don't know Kanan, maybe I should claim that amazing prank!"

"Okay, but she still doesn't hear anything about this."

Zeb shook his head, "Okay, but I get to use this against you."

Kanan rolled his eyes and took another long drink, "Whatever…"

Time went by and as soon as Kanan felt sober enough he and Zeb went back to the Ghost, not without being questioned by Hera but Zeb never revealed anything about Kanan's drinking. Zeb went to his room and found Ezra reading one of his more questionable magazines. Zeb decided not to ask and sat on his bed and thought about some of the advertisements for the cantina he and Kanan were just at. Apparently a lot of big gamblers come in later at night because there were a lot more people… and strippers. Zeb had a good amount of credits saved up and he was planning on sneaking out to the cantina once everyone was asleep. He thought about taking Ezra with him just for the heck of it and decided to ask.

"Wanna come with me to the cantina tonight, kid?" Zeb asked tapping on his bunk with his foot.

"Ahh! I didn't notice you come in! You… heh… didn't see anything, right?" Ezra said awkwardly.

"Just you being a teenage boy, not much I care about." Zeb said rolling his eyes.

"Oh… uhm... heh…"

Zeb put his hands behind his head, "So do you wanna come or not?"

"Sure… but if we get caught you made me do it." Ezra answered.

"Okay, however if we get cau…" Zeb was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Ezra threw the magazine, "Uh… one second!" he yelled.

Zeb laughed a little, "Bad timing?"

"Yeah… Okay you can come in now." Ezra yelled.

Hera opened the door and walked in, "Hey, Uhm, could you two help me with something?"

"I… uh… I'm busy with practicing force using… yeah." Ezra replied.

"No." Zeb said shrugging.

Hera rolled her eyes, "Seriously? Uhg… well to bad you don't get a choice, you two better be down in the cargo bay before I am!"

Hera left the room and the two boys sighed and got up. Fighting her at this point would be pointless, plus if she got Sabine to help and they weren't there she'd probably figure out they went out and either tell Hera or paint their room. The two went down to the cargo bay and waited for Hera to tell them what she needed help with. Eventually Hera walked into the cargo bay with Sabine, she smiled to see that Ezra and Zeb were there.

"I need help recognizing... well, pretty much everything in here. Okay?" Hera said looking around.

Ezra let out an annoyed sigh, "That'll take forever!"

"Then we'd better start now." Hera said walking over to one of the medium sized crates.

A few hours passed and the four were finally finished, it was well into the night when they were done. Sabine went back into her room and Hera went into hers. Ezra and Zeb walked into their room and waited until they were sure that everyone was asleep. Zeb grabbed a good sized box of credits and the two began to sneak out of the Ghost, unaware that Hera was still awake. Hera watched the two leave and although she was only wearing black shorts and a white tank top she followed them. Ezra quietly told Zeb that he sensed Hera was following him but Zeb shrugged and told Ezra to pretend like they didn't notice. Hera followed the two all the way to the cantina but the place was so busy she soon lost track of where they were.

"See, she probably went back to the ship!" Zeb said looking around, thinking about who looked at least a little bit honest.

"Why are those women taking their clothes off?" Ezra asked, ignoring Zeb.

Zeb then spotted a young human man sitting alone, waiting for a partner. Zeb pulled Ezra over to the man and sat down. Upon closer inspection, the man had dusty blonde hair and light blue eyes, he looked about roughly twenty one and he wore dark blue jeans a blue shirt and an expensive looking white coat. The man clearly had a lot of money to bet, and even a few other things such as a crate with some sort of animal inside and what appeared to be some kind of voucher for a ship.

"Hello there sir, how is this fine night treating you?" The man asked with a deep accent.

Zeb nodded, "Pretty good, just lookin' to double what I've got."

The man smiled, "Well then allow me to introduce myself, most people call me Grey."

"Why?" Ezra asked turning his head away from the Twi'lek dancers.

Grey laughed a little, "I am not so sure myself."

Zeb rolled his eyes, "Well Grey, I'm Zeb and the kid here's name is Ezra."

Grey eyed Ezra and sighed, "Why would you bring an adolescent here at this hour?"

"Because… I do what I want. Anyways enough talking, that's not what I came here for." Zeb said opening the box filled with credits.

"Very well, as you may see, I like to bet big." Grey spoke as he eyed the box. "If you bet that whole box I will bet a larger box."

Zeb though for a moment, then placed the box on the table. "Deal, but the credits better be here for this."

Grey nodded and pulled a somewhat larger box from under his seat, opened it to show the credits that were inside and then closed it and placed it on the table. "Now, I have my own way of betting, here are the rules." Grey then pulled out a datapad with a list on it from one of his coat's many pockets and handed it to Zeb.

"Your own way 'eh? Not sure if I can trust that." Zeb said eyeing the list.

Grey smiled, "No point in cheating if you already have it all, and a father willing to give you more. Besides, my family's rich, I just want to waste a little money."

"Fine, just know the last guy I caught cheating needed a medical droid when I was done with him." Zeb then shrugged and looked back at the list and began reading.

How to do this like a man:

Step one: Someone will think of a number, you may guess: Even, Odd, Above 50, Below 50, or any number between one and one hundred.

Step two: Whoever's right get's what the other bet, no exceptions.

Rules like a man:

Rule one: You may not choose the same thing, example: both players choose odd.

Rule two: If the player who goes first chooses one thing, the other must either choose the opposite, example: One chooses odd the other must choose either even or a number between one and one hundred.

Rule three: If the player picks a number between one and one hundred and is right they will automatically win, no exceptions. They will also get the chance to win a ship without risk. (That means no bet if you didn't already know.)

Zeb nodded and looked around, "Okay, but who's going to pick the number?"

"Just go find some random person and bring them back" Grey said taking the datapad back and putting it back in his coat pocket.

Okay, so let's stop that chapter there. Don't worry too much though, I post chapter's daily until the story ends. Well, if you read the description you know exactly where this is going. So… did you enjoy this chapter? [No, I hated it! 0/10! Go back to preschool!] Shut up Roberto! Not like you could do better… Anyways, I hoped enjoyed this at least a little bit. Now, I'd better be… *Teleports to the next chapter*