I was going to write the next chapter of Rebellion's Own, but this came out instead. I hope you enjoy this pointless, plotless ficlet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or Ahsoka. Or a bottle of Coreillian wine.

Warnings: There is some drinking in here and an intoxicated togruta. Just in case you wanted to know.

"Hey, come on. I'm not gonna die, Ahsoka. Am I, sis? I promise."

I promise.

Ahsoka was slumped over the bar, quietly nursing the glass in her hand. Inside was a dark liquid that she only drank one day a year.

"You know, this whole getting drunk on my anniversary is sweet and all, but really, you ought to find a new tradition," a voice to her left said.

"And miss our drunken conversations? Not on your life," Ahsoka replied without looking. Even if she had, she wouldn't see anyone standing there anyway.

"Tell me Ahsoka, what have you done since that day?"

Ahsoka frowned deeply into her drink. "Lots," she said.

"Yeah? Like what. Tell me."

Ahsoka gripped the stem of the glass, trying to control the anger that was rolling off of her. "I save lives," she spat. "Lots of them. They think I'm a hero because I battle the empire. I'm the hero without a name." She laughed ruefully and sat back against the barstool. "Hero without a past, present or future. That's who I am."

Quite, then, "if that is who you are, then why are you here?"

Ahsoka rolled her eyes and finished off the dark liquid in one swig. "Because I need to be me again. And if this is the only way I can do that, then shavit, this is what I'm going to do."

It was around this time, every year, that the other patrons of the bar would start to give her funny looks, and the bouncers would start cracking their knuckles and eyeing her.

"I think that's my cue to leave," Ahsoka said, placing the credits for the drink on the bar. She scooted away from the bar and left the Nightclub.

Outside the club, Ahsoka's senses were met with the stale smell of the undercity.

"You flew the Revenge here?"

Ahsoka grunted. "Yes," she said icily. "Let the Empire know I'm here for all I care."

"You'll care in the morning, you know."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "Sure, whatever. That's what you say every year. And every year no one finds me."

There was a pause, then, "Did you at least land it some place safe?"

Ahsoka snorted. "If you mean in the middle of docking bay, then sure!"

"I thought I taught you better."

Ahsoka's eyes went dark. "And I thought you knew better than to just die," she growled.

"Don't insult me with those kinds off remarks."

Ahsoka griped her lightsaber and ignited it, waving it at the air. "Just…just shut up and leave me alone!"

There was no answer. Ahsoka put the lightsaber away and choked back a sob. "Just don't leave me," she whimpered.

"I won't." It was barely a whisper, but it gave her the strength and the courage to make it just a little bit more, until she made it to the ship. She walked into the loading bay and kicked away an empty bottle of Coreillian wine.

"Go to sleep Ahsoka. You're gonna have a horrid hangover tomorrow."

Ahsoka made another face. "Same time next year?"

A chuckle. "Yeah. Same time."

Ahsoka sat down on the sleep couch, already succumbing to the mind numbing effects of the wine. "Bye Dash," she whispered to no one.

So I was thinking a lot about Dash today, and figured that Ashoka would have some kind of memorial for her fallen brother. Besides, getting drunk every year with his choice of alcohol seems fitting, doesn't it?

MLV