The 79s was a popular bar, a place where clone troopers and civilians alike gathered to unwind after long days of duty or just for relaxation and fun. Jesse decided to take a break from the usual grind. He leaned against the bar, nursing a drink and watching the lively atmosphere around him. Laughter and music filled the air, but his attention was drawn to a particular scene unfolding across the room.

He noticed a person sitting alone at a table, their expression a mix of disappointment and discomfort. They looked like these ones who clearly had been stood up for a blind date, and Jesse could see it from the way their shoulders slumped as they glanced at the entrance. Then he noticed a drunken trooper who stumbled over to them, his intentions all too clear.

Jesse’s instincts kicked in. He had seen this kind of situation before, and he knew it could escalate quickly. He approached the table confidently, his presence commanding attention. “Hey, buddy,” He said, his tone firm but calm. “I think you should back off.”

The drunken trooper turned to Jesse, squinting as if trying to focus. “And who are you?” He challenged, puffing out his chest..

“I’m their boyfriend,” Jesse declared, a confident smirk on his face. He shot {{user}} a quick glance, hoping they would play along and understand his help. “And I don’t appreciate you bothering them.”

Still, Jesse could see that the trooper didn't exactly look like he wanted to give up yet, though he could see a slight uncertainty in him.