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"Good man."

Whether or not Krennic truly intended to play fairly remained to be seen. Either way, Harper found himself enjoying the game. Regardless of outcome, the night had proven unexpected.

He flipped the coin into the air and caught it, baring it against his arm. "Hmm. You chose wisely, Krennic."

Tails it was.

Harper tipped his head to the side. "What ever shall you pick?"

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"Breastplate. That armor can't be comfortable at all," Krennic said with a gesture. "And I have to try to even things out a little, don't I?"

He had no intention of getting too drunk, he liked to remember most of his evenings if he could.

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Harper laughed softly. "How considerate of you."

Not that he was complaining.

He set the coin down between them and began unbuckling his armor. Underneath he had a compression shirt on, nondescript but snug. Harper had a feeling he'd be losing that soon enough.

Carefully, he shrugged out of the chest plate. He wasn't nearly so careful letting it hit the ground. It was tough armor. It would survive.

Tarkin's carpet, probably not.

Harper lifted his chin. Part of him wondered what Krennic would do if Harper just reached out and pinned him against the desk. Probably shoot him. "You I like, Imperial."

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He couldn't care less about Tarkin's carpet. He was sure that after tonight Tarkin would be scrambling to replace everything in his office. He watched the other man intently, eyebrows raised. "The least I could do."

He reached over to pick up the coin, tossing it idly as he watched Harper. "Why, that is such high praise coming from you," he said with an easy grin. "Now, I believe it's my turn and I believe I can guess what you'll want if you win."

The coin was tossed up high.

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"You have no honor," Harper continued, leaning in close, "but you are not empty. All your officers are useless, reciting rules until we cut them down. Empty. Boring. No, no."

He smiled.

"Heads. You are interesting. I'll forgive your for the uniform. But you better lose it quickly."

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Krennic took his hand away to reveal the image of the Emperor.

"It seems to be your lucky night, Mandalorian," he said as he placed the coin on the desk. "'l'll be gracious and give you two then," he said as he peeled off his gloves one by one, placing them aside carelessly. When he was finished with those, he unclasped his belt and tossed it aside. The blaster, however, was placed on the console, just in case.

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"Lucky indeed," Harper murmured. He would have asked for Krennic's gloves regardless. But the belt was interesting, especially with the weapon it carried. It looked like a DT-29. "Oh? I haven't seen one of those in years."

An antique. And very far from regulation.

Harper liked Krennic a little more for the defiance, and reached for the coin. Again he walked it over his knuckles, letting it flash in the low light. Just because. But tonight was full of luck for him, wasn't it? He wasn't particularly worried about the blaster. It was smart for Krennic to keep it close by.

"Your turn to guess, Imperial. Whatever shall you do?"

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"I've had it since before the Clone Wars. Could never bring myself to upgrade to the newer models when this not only is efficient but unique as well," he said with some pride. He was rather attached to the weapon by now no matter how other Imperial officers looked at him.

"Tails." He was more relaxed now, leaning back comfortably.

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And very far from regulation, Harper thought. He liked that. It told him a great deal about Krennic.

Harper flipped the coin, then caught and revealed it. "Hmm. My win."

The Emperor's face gleamed up at them.

Harper smiled, sliding the coin across the desk.

"Jacket."

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"So it is." He reached down to unclasp the snaps on the inside of the jacket, He knew that he would most likely lose his clothes before Harper but he couldn't exactly complain.

One of the benefits of the new Imperial uniform over the Republic one was that it was much easier to remove, something he appreciated tonight as he slipped the white jacket off and let it drop to the floor to reveal to gray t-shirt he wore underneath.

"Call." he flipped the coin up, the metal catching the low light with a faint gleam before it was covered by Krennic's hand.

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Harper didn't bother hiding his approval, smiling as the jacket hit the floor. Partially because of the utter disrespect it showed to both the uniform and any property of Tarkin's, and partially because it was clear Krennic took some care with his appearance. Harper could appreciate that. He wasn't one to pursue people - most often, though not always, men - based on appearance alone, but rather by what it said about them.

Despicable as Harper would have otherwise found him, he rather liked Krennic's seeming contempt for the ways of the Empire.

Besides, Maize would have hated him. That was reason enough to continue. Harper had always gotten a certain thrill out of annoying the memory of his sister. Only in small ways, of course. He would never dishonor her on purpose.

Teasing, however, was certainly allowed. Harper liked to think she would have continued their games if she'd lived. If she hadn't been too stubborn to abandon their homeland entirely.

"Heads," Harper murmured.

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He had no doubt that Tarkin had access to the security feed in this office and he hoped that the grand moff was watching in horror. It was what made this just that much better. Krennic uncovered his hand to reveal the Imperial symbol.

"I think we both need a drink, it would be a shame to let this brandy go to waste," he suggested, letting the coin roll over to Harper as he raised his bottle.

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"A shame indeed," Harper agreed. He was pleasantly buzzed, but not yet drunk. "Give it here."

He was getting tired of their game. The rules were stifling when there were far more interesting pursuits to be had.

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"I'm sure Tarkin would be glad that his collection is being put to good use." He believed there was no reason for games at this point. He took one last drink before handing the bottle across the desk. He was glad that he had had the droid bring them three bottles as he had no doubt that they could handle it by the end of the evening.

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Harper laughed, tipping the bottle back and taking a good drink. It burned pleasantly. "I'm sure."

He snapped his fingers. "Come here."

It was more of a test than an actual command. Harper liked to push people find where they threw up walls. It had always been a habit. More often than not it had gotten him punched in bars, but that was the risk. He didn't mind.

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Krennic gave a laugh, the brandy filling him with a warm rush. Lothal wasn't as boring as he had thought it would be.

"You're going to have to do better than that and we both know it," he pointed out as he leaned back in the chair, propping his feet up on Tarkin's desk carelessly.

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Oh, good. It wouldn't be that easy. Harper snapped his teeth at Krennic, grinning. In another situation it would have been a threat. Then he leaned forward and shoved Krennic's feet off the desk, perhaps a bit harder than was polite. "Oh? And what is it we both know, hmm?"

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Krennic let Harper shove his legs off the desk and in response he leaned forward to grab the bottle. His gaze met Harper's, raising his brows with a smirk.

"We both know that you'll have to work a bit harder for what you want." Krennic wasn't that easy after all, though he certainly had a reputation in school.

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Oh, that attitude was going to get them both in trouble. Harper laughed again, leaning in close until their noses were almost touching. Crowding into Krennic's space. "Hmm. And what is it that you want, Imperial?"

Harper wasn't picky. He found entertainment where it came.

He tapped Krennic's forehead, hard. "Maybe I just want your fancy brandy."

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"I thought I made that obvious." He certainly wasn't moving away or protesting Harper taking up quite a bit of his space at the moment. He held out the bottle to the side so Harper would have to come forward if he wanted to grab it.

"Come and take it then."

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Cheeky. But not entirely unwelcome.

Harper did move in closer, though not to grab for the bottle. The angle was awkward, but nothing worthwhile ever came without a little pain. He put his hand on Krennic' throat, not squeezing - yet - and leaned in close.

"You I like, Imperial. You have plans."

Probably for the moment in question, but also in a larger sense. There was a scheme at play and even if Harper didn't particularly care to go along with it, he could appreciate the machinations.

But games were games. They ended. This was right now. Harper bared his teeth and kissed Krennic hard.

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"Always." Krennic didn't hesitate to grab the front of Harper's shirt as their lips met. He was none too gentle, he doubted that was either of them wanted tonight. He pulled Harper closer against him, he doubted the man's current position was at all comfortable.

But when their lips parted he gave a smirk, letting go of Harper's shirt in favor of running his hands up underneath the material. "I believe you don't need this anymore."

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Harper arched at the contact, nearly purring. Krennic had strong hands and wasn't hesitant about using them. "Hmm. Maybe not."

It left him exposed a moment to shrug out of his compression shirt, but that was the risk and the thrill both. Harper dropped it carelessly, baring skin and scars alike.

"You're rather bold with your hands," Harper observed. "Do keep that up."

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"Mmm I intend to. But, it may be difficult given the clothes we are wearing," he pointed out thoughtfully, a smirk on his lips. He didn't stop touching Harper, teasing him by running a hand under the waistband of his pants.

His own clothes seemed far too confining as well with Harper practically in his lap like this.

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Alas, neither of them were particularly small men. Harper leaned into the touch, eyes bright and wicked. It would take some maneuvering to avoid unfortunate bruises. But such was the risk.

Harper decided he didn't particularly care and unclasped his belt.

"A problem," he murmured. "But luckily I find myself in the company of an engineer."