**Note** The following takes place some time after the events of the Mandalorian and Ahsoka series in a peaceful time before the rise of the First Order. The New Republic has ushered the galaxy into a time of peace and prosperity and the heroes of the Rebellion and Mandalorians alike are given the chance to settle down and explore their feelings for one another.

This was written for day 1 of sabezra dinbo week for the prompt "Double date/Joint mission"

"Why are you wearing that?"

Ezra Bridger grunted as he pulled the collared shirt over his head and he reached for the dark gray jacket. "Sabine and I have to attend some rich guy's birthday party," he huffed, pulling the jacket on, "and they have a very strict dress code."

From atop the bed, Jacen Syndulla cocked his head to one side, letting messy green hair fall across the goggles pushed up against his forehead. He smirked. "So you two are going on a date?" His smirk grew and he leaned further off the bed, his head inches away from Ezra's. "Are you gonna kiss her?"

Ezra shoved Jacen back against the ruffled blankets and returned his smirk with one of his own. "Maybe."

Jacen made a disgusted face. He pulled half of his father's–now his–lightsaber from his belt and spun it in his hand. "So why do you have to go to this party?" he asked. "Why not send a more important jedi like Master Skywalker?"

"Are you saying I'm not important?" Ezra asked as the bathroom door slid open.

Sabine stepped into the room, her slender figure wrapped in a sparkling black dress. A rainbow of pastel colors dripped from the fringes of dark fabric onto the ground and spread outwards behind her like a shimmering trail of paint. She wrapped an arm around Ezra's shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss. Jacen cringed back and shielded his eyes as their lips met.

Ezra pulled away, eyes widened slightly and a light blush dusted his cheeks. He leaned down to kiss her again but Sabine ducked away and wrapped a hand around his tie. She pulled him forward. "Come on, Jedi," she said with a small smile. "We're going to be late for the party."

"Din," Bo Katan Kryze frowned, "what the hell are you wearing?"

Din Djarin looked up with a hint of surprise hidden by the shining beskar helmet. He looked down at the rest of the armor sparkling under the starry night sky. "My armor?" he responded, confused.

Bo grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side as a group of well dressed party guests walked past them. "I left the suit out for a reason!" she hissed, her voice barely audible above the live music drifting through the night. "You were supposed to wear it!"

Din's head snapped up to meet her angry gaze and his shoulders sagged slightly. He turned away from the red haired mandalorian. "You look nice," he said after a moment of silence. His voice dripped with guilt.

Bo's frown melted into a smile and she shook her head. She reached up a hand to gently remove Din's helmet and her sharp hazel eyes studied his face. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked, her fingers running through the fine hair peppering his chin.

Din returned her smile with one of his own and took the helmet from Bo's grasp. He slipped it over the mess of curly brown hair and held a crooked arm out to Bo. "We attend the party like my friend asked," he responded, expertly guiding her towards the growing crowd of party guests, "and act as security."

Bo nodded, eyes flicking around the lavish venue. Bright flowers sprouted up from carefully trimmed bushes as they passed over an arch made from orange and purple vines. Well dressed aliens of all species filed around them laughing and talking to each other as a live band of bith played an upbeat classical tune. The platforms they sat on rose and fell in time with the music as guests danced around and swayed in time with the song.

"My good friends, it is lovely to see you!" a deep voice boomed over the rising noise of the crowd. Bo and Din turned in unison to see a pale skinned human rushing towards them, his dark velvety cape flowing behind him. He held his arms wide and enveloped Bo in a firm hug. He pulled away and turned towards Din, arms held up and a beaming smile on his face. Din stared down at him, his cold helmet visor hiding his expression. The man nodded fractionally and dropped his arms.

"It's good to see you again," Bo smiled, stealing a glance in Din's direction, "Dash Blazer."

The pale man, Dash, nodded with the enthusiasm of a small child and swept a hand across the sea of guests. "I am truly elated you could attend my wife's birthday party. What a party it is, eh?" He laughed and turned towards Din, his ocean blue eyes taking in the fully clad Mandalorian. "Is that pure beskar?" he breathed. "My goodness you are doing quite well for yourself." Din opened his mouth to respond, but Dash continued. "I see it's a play on the old Republic style popularized by Vixen. Back when my grandfather was a little lad, everyone who was anyone wore similar styles as yours. They would walk around in old clone trooper armor, which was both stylish and safe!"

Din nodded his head slowly, posture relaxing as his hand moved from the blaster holstered at his side to grasp Bo's hand.

"I won't keep you much longer," Dash continued, unaware of the subtle change in his guest, "but I must insist that you take a moment to appreciate the grandeur of this venue as well as the drinks." He turned to observe the guests. "And since you're working as security, I'd suggest keeping an eye on Rahro." He gestured towards a trandoshan man eyeing the dishes of food spread across the long line of tables. "He recently broke up with my sister's husband's ex wife. I'm not happy with him attending the party but," he shrugged, "what can you do?" He turned from the two Mandalorians and waved a hand towards another pair of arriving guests. "Do try to enjoy yourselves," he called over his shoulder as he rushed to greet the guests. "It is a party, after all!"

"Sabine Bridger-Wren?"

Sabine and Ezra looked up in time to see a lavender furred woman barrel through the crowd with four well dressed men in tow. The woman threw her arms around Sabine's waist and lifted her into the air. She spun the smaller woman around, set her on the ground, and kissed her cheek. "It's wonderful to see you again!" the woman gushed.

Sabine smiled as she brushed fine furs from her dress remaining from the embrace. "It's good to see you too, Utri."

Utri turned her brilliant yellow eyes to Ezra and stepped forward to lift him up in a similar embrace but Ezra took a step back. "And you must be the lucky man, Ezrin Bridger-Wren."

"Ezra–" Ezra began to correct.

"Show me the ring!" Utri demanded excitedly. She reached a furry paw out to grasp Sabine's hand. The golden ring shimmered in the dim lighting as small white orbs danced within a midnight black stone situated on top. Her eyes brightened and she squealed in delight. "It's lovely!" she gasped. "I'm sure Ezrin spared no expense when he picked it out. Is he your first husband?"

"Yes," Ezra responded, "and its Ez–"

"So when are you getting a second?" Utri continued, ignoring Ezra's words. "And a third husband? Surely it won't be long before you find another man to marry."

Sabine forced a polite laugh and grasped Ezra's hand holding it close to her heart. "One is more than enough for me," she assured the woman. "He takes up quite a lot of my time."

Utri gave a knowing smile. "I'm sure," she said. "Give it a couple years and you will be bored of him. Once you are, give me a call! I know a lovely young man from Naboo. He's a famous artist, you know. And," she leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a stage whisper, "he's very rich."

Sabine waved a hand dismissively and rested it on her stomach. "Thank you for the offer but I have my hands full with Ezrin–uh, Ezra" she reddened and corrected, "and we have a little one on the way."

"Congratulations!" Utri exclaimed. She clasped her hands together. "Have you thought of a name? What about Kai? Or perhaps Borsk? Or, if you know it's a girl, Aqee?"

"I'm going to get us some food," Ezra whispered in Sabine's ear as Utri continued to list off names, "and a very strong drink." He squeezed her hand then turned and strode towards the long line of tables filled with food. He studied the guests milling around and reached up to tug at the uncomfortably tight tie around his neck. His eyes caught the glimmer of silver beskar armor and he paused mid stride. The armored figure was standing at the end of the table by a platter of bug-like creatures bobbing in what Ezra hoped was a stew. The figure's arms were crossed over his chest and his helmeted head scanned the crowd.

"Sssstrange fellow, issssn't he?" A trandoshan hissed beside him as the reptilian ladled the buggy stew into a clear glass. He lifted the glass to his scaly lips and downed the drink in one gulp. "He jussst ssstands there and watchesss everyone."

Ezra nodded, holding back a nauseating feeling as the trandoshan picked a stray bug from the now empty glass and popped it into his mouth. The jedi turned back to study the mandalorian figure with a slight frown. He tensed as a tingling sense of dread crept into the back of his mind.

The sound of shattering glass and a scream cut through Ezra's thoughts. Both he and the Mandalorian whirled towards the source of the sound as the trandoshan yanked a jeweled purse from the four arms of a besalisk. Several other guests cried out in surprise as the slender reptilian pushed through the crowd towards the vine-adorned archway marking the exit.

Ezra sprang forward, narrowly dodging a larger human man and ducking past a pair of gungans. He pushed through a group of startled young women, muttering an apology under his breath, and ran towards the fleeing thief.

The trandoshan glanced over his shoulder at the pursuing jedi and laughed. He clutched the purse tightly to his chest and leaped towards the exit. A whip-like crack cut through the cries of shock and a thin wire shot out to wrap around the trandoshan's legs. The crowd parted as the Mandalorian stepped forward, dragging the thief towards him with the wire extending from a gauntlet. He gave the wire a final tug as the reptilian dropped to the grass with a soft thump.

"Is everyone alright?" He asked, his helmeted face scanning the crowd. The guests nodded as an uncertain hush fell over the crowd.

Ezra reached a hand out and pulled the purse out of the trandoshan's tight grip with the Force. He turned and handed it back to the besalisk as two other guests did their best to comfort the large alien. "Are you alright, sir?" Ezra asked as the besalisk gratefully took the purse.

"Yes," the besalisk responded in an unusually high, husky voice as she tucked the purse beneath her arm, "thanks to you young man."

Ezra felt his cheeks grow warm and stole a glance at the other guests as some of them turned to stifle their laughter. He nodded his head. "Glad to be of service, ma'am."

The crowd parted once more as pale skinned Blaze rushed forward with Sabine and Bo trailing close behind. "I'm glad everyone's okay," he spoke in a loud voice, "but this is a party! Please enjoy yourselves!" The crowd slowly dissipated as conversations resumed. Blaze turned towards Ezra and the mandalorian. "Thank you both for what you did back there," he said as two guard droids dragged the trandoshan away. "I knew he was looking for trouble. Please," he waved to the bith band who began to play an upbeat tune, "take the rest of the evening to enjoy yourselves."

Ezra straightened his jacket and offered a hand to Sabine. Sabine smiled and rested her hand in his. He swept her onto the dance floor in one fluid move as she laughed, her dark brown hair coming free of its tight bun and trailing down her back.

Bo watched the young couple with a small, reminiscent smile on her face. She turned to Din and held out a hand. "Come dance with me."

Din hesitated a moment. "I don't know how to dance," he admitted.

Bo smiled and grasped his hand, pulling him towards the dance floor. "Then I'll teach you," she promised as they melted into the mass of couples twirling and swaying beneath the moonlit sky.