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A/N: Okay, so if you found this, you may have seen the original version. It's a mess. I admit it. This revision is going to actually be linear and take into consideration the fact that Rae is aware of a massive storm looming on the horizon. So, this is both an edit and a restructure of the original version which I have left up because... I felt like it. And maybe someone will want to see what it was like originally, I don't know. Hope you like this revision/edit!

Time-line: Roughly four months and two weeks after Naboo

Chapter 1: That First Night...

Rae wasn't sure how she ended up here. No, wait, yes she did. It all started with a Harry Potter fanfiction binge, copious amounts of iced sweet tea, a fake wand, and a cackling little brother. Wait... no... that was the beginning of that one time she pretended to be one of her own characters and dueled her brother who was playing an enderman. Whatever the heck an enderman was. Something to do with Minecraft and enderpearls. Or were they eyes? This event started with Naruto fanfiction, coke-a-cola, a wooden sword... "Ha! Full house!" yelled the man to her left, a rather swarthy character by the name of Gan Fall... no wait... wrong story. His name was actually Darrik.

"Pah! Royal Flush!" the alien across from him yelled, throwing down his cards. How had she ended up here again? The Naruto-coke-sword incident was another one of her antics with her brother. She didn't have a wooden sword here. She had a blaster instead. She rather liked her blaster. Padme had given it to her back on Naboo, before The Battle. So what about this incident? Maybe this one had started with a queen, a blockade, two Jedi, a sandstorm, and a slave. She shook her head. No, that wasn't it. "Drink getting' to ya, girlie?" the twi'lek beside her said, a hint of a drunken slur beginning to show. The grizzled human across from the still rather befuddled Rae cackled.

"How much you drink, Garth?" he asked, the volume at which he spoke the only indication that he'd been drinking at all. "Rae ain't even touched that baby shot we passed her!" Rae snorted.

"You call this a baby shot?" she asked, picking up the full sized beer glass. "I'd hate to see what you call a pint." This set the various aliens laughing and slapping their thighs. Rae honestly didn't know how she'd gotten here. Aside from the speeder outside. And the human sitting across from her who just happened to be her flight instructor. Nope. Not a clue how she got there.

"Take a sip girlie!" Garth said, giving her a strong shove with his shoulder and nearly slipping both his drink and hers all over the both of them. She rolled her eyes and took a cautious sip.

"Ugh. Not my kind of drink I'm afraid," she said, fighting not to gag. "Seems a rather unpleasant mix of bitter, sour, and dry. Not to mention it smells like what I'd use to disinfect a particularly nasty gash." It wasn't a lie either. She could have sworn it was one of three things; everclear, rubbing alcohol, or moonshine. Not that she'd ever drunk any of them, but the smell was fairly distinctive. She remembered that one Christmas when her aunts broke out the everclear grain alcohol and her uncle had said it 'smells like jet fuel.' Rae had no choice but to agree with her uncle.

"Ah~, why'd ya bring dis one Jazz-man? She ain't no fun at all at all," a member of the Quara subspecies of the Aqualish people asked. Rae was rather surprised that Jazz knew an Aqualish, but considering the fact that it was Jazz, of all people, she decided it was really just par for the course. As was the fact that she just knew that was what the male was. Her Force Intuition had been growing stronger, even without her consciously practicing with it. A part of her was worried about that but honestly, she'd been so busy trying to make a life for herself that she didn't have the brainpower to contemplate the implications.

"She's good enough behind the yoke to pilot a speeder," Jazz said, tossing in five ten Credit chips. Rae sighed and clarified.

"It seems that I am Jazz's designated driver for this evening, gentlemen. So, even if I did enjoy this swill you're all chugging, I'd have to restrain myself." Blank stares ensued and Rae rolled her eyes again before jerking her thumb at Jazz and saying, "I'm here so this idiot doesn't kill himself trying to fly home, so I couldn't get drunk if I wanted to." Jazz cracked up.

"See? She's good," the older human said. "Now come on lads! I ain't done just yet!" And so, the poker game continued. Rae sighed and sat back, watching. She'd never cared for poker, or blackjack, or really any form of play that involved gambling... except horse racing, but she would rather be on the horse than watching it. Of course, that lack of care toward aforementioned forms of play had her at a total loss. "Oi, Rae, relax yeah? You look like some sort of Secret Service Chick trying and failing to blend in," Jazz barked at her. Rae rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms.

"I'm training to be a bouncer, there are some habits that get drilled into you in the School of Hard Knocks," she remarked, leaning forward to rest her arms on the table. "Besides, I'm not a poker kind of gal."

"Well, what's yer game?" asked the third human at their table. Rae shrugged.

"Solitaire and pit are about the only two I know how to play," she said.

"After this hand lads," Jazz declared, pushing their poker game along. Rae chuckled.

"Aye aye, Mi capitán!" she said, sending him a mock salute.

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As Rae was dragging her inebriated flight instructor to his speeder, she waved good-bye to the twi'lek, Aqualish, and Darrik. The reality of her actions hit and she shook her head. "I'm actually waving good-bye to a pair of drunk aliens, and one drunk human, while helping my flight instructor home," she remarked to herself. It was official, all that was left was to acknowledge it out loud. The flight to Jazz's apartment, which was helpfully located directly beside the landing pad where her lessons took place, was passed in determined silence... and drunken chuckles. "Delivery," she told the reception droid dully, dropping the swaying Jazz in front of the desk.

"Again?" it asked, sounding vaguely surprised before turning to her. "Thank you for bringing him back, Miss. I'll have security take him to his room." Rae nodded and turned on the ball of her right foot.

"Tell him Rae'll be back at the usual time," she said as she walked out, giving the droid a backwards wave over her right shoulder. Once safely back in her own apartment, the young woman gave a full body shudder. "Man, when did I become the designated driver?" she muttered, headed to the 'fresher and a nice shower. A message was waiting for her when she got out.

"Rae, thanks for being my driver. I haven't been able to enjoy a night out like this for years! Same time next month?" A harsh breath forced it's way past her numb lips before they turned into a rueful smile. Jazz was obviously still ridiculously drunk, but he had called her just for that? Dry laughter followed and Rae fell back onto her couch.

"Okay, my life has officially entered the realm of the weird," she admitted. Not to mention, Rae was of the opinion that people speak their truest thoughts when drunk or otherwise delirious and to hear her gruff flying instructor say such trusting words... It was nice. Not to mention, that was the most relaxed and happy she'd ever heard the man. "Y~e~a~h~! Definitely in the realm of the weird."

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A/N: Okay, I confess... I mostly wrote this one so I could get that line in the story. I put it in the summary, so... I kinda felt it needed to be in here. So, you get Rae's first night as Jazz's designated driver as the thing that tips Rae over into realizing how odd her life is now, compared to what it was when she was back on Earth.

Also, fun fact for those still reading this A/N, Rae's take on alcohol is mine as well. Why would I want to drink something that's both bitter and sour? Give me a rootbeer anyday.