Anakin Skywalker Imagines

Drunken Mistakes

As I was heading back to the Jedi Temple after another long day of battling on the front lines I ran into Anakin Skywalker. He and I had been good friends for some time. I had been something of a confidante for him since we both joined the order later in life and were some of the few padawans who had even the slightest recollection of their parents. I made sure not to get into the "Skywalker drama" as I liked to call it, of course I am referring to all the rumors that often spread when anyone gets close to Anakin. Being the chosen puts certain stress on him and one of the down sides is everyone is always gossiping about his latest missions, battles, friends, weather he is the chosen one or if he and Obi- Wan have a secret relationship, and of course his love life. We hung out pretty consistently after the death of his old flame Padme Amidala, but after rumors started spreading that we were dating he became more distant and spoke to me less and less. I was reminded of our past together when I saw his usually sparkling blue eyes looking rather hooded and red in the hallways of the temple.

"Master Skywalker," I greeted politely.

"Oooh, Y/N it has been a looong time since I've seen you, bet you've been busy battling droids and dazzling every one with those nice teeth you hav- you know you do have great teeth- unlike other Jedi. Not to name names, but if master Yoda doesn't brush his teeth more often my god. With all due respect... his breath smells like shittt" he whisper screamed. At first I was startled by both his demeanor and the incredibly strong smell of alcohol that was radiating off of him. My god, how much had he had to drink and what could have possibly caused him to act out like this. Although Anakin enjoyed the occasional drink he very rarely got drunk unless of course he was trying to cope with a larger issue. Turns out the Jedi aren't great with mental health and never really taught any of us any healthy coping mechanisms or how to deal with trauma. Pretty ironic really.

"Anakin what the hell are you doing? Are you alright?" I quickly asked hoping no one was roaming the halls at this late hour.

"Oh I'm just fine," he poked my shoulder as said this and began to wobbly move towards me. "Especially now that you are here," he said with a smirk. Ok now this was really getting weird. I knew I had to get him out of the halls before someone saw him and then even worse rumors would circulate the temple. For a people who are meant to be humble and sophisticated it was quite surprising that even they were not above spreading gossip. When it got out that Master Mundi had a bunch of illegitimate children it was all anyone talked about for a whole month.

"Come on Anakin we've got to get you out of the halls, you reek of alcohol and anyone with 20 feet of will be able to smell your stench."

"Ok well now you are just being rude, and I do not want to go to my room! What I want is... what I want is another drink! Yes, maybe today will be the day I try some death sticks who knows?" His words were becoming more slurred than before and he began to make for the exit of the temple in order to head to who knows where.

"Wow you're in worse condition than I thought. You can get another drink tommor-"

"No, I need another now!" he was practically whining now and was heading towards the exit even quicker. Only Anakin could be so determined and swift while he was drunk.

"You know what Anakin, I might have a couple of bottles of that wine from Naboo in my room, you know that really sweet one that we had at those peace negotiations?" he stopped in his tracks as I said this obviously contemplating my request. After a few moments he turned around.

"Hmm... I sense that you are lying to me. You know Obi-Wan made similar allegations in an attempt to get me to stay in the temple. I faked being asleep then snuck out the window," he giggled at his own ridiculousness, "You both think I'm so gullible, I'm a little insulted now. I thought I could trust you," he said with a pout. Now I began to feel bad for him. Even though he was drunk he still looked like a god with his hair all disheveled and his clothes slightly out of place. His bottom lip poked out a bit making his lips all the more tantalizing. Oh gosh did I really just think that. I need to focus.

"Ok look I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?" a devilish smile formed on his lips. I was getting the sense I should not have given him such a large opportunity.

"I was about to head out to a small cantina, nothing too extreme or loud. You could come with me, that way you can get me out of the halls, and you can keep an eye on me. It'll be like old times." I do remember him being a manipulative little shit and I never really could say no to him.

"Fine," I relied exasperatedly, "but we are staying out for one drink and one drink only! Ok?" A smile formed on his lips and his eyes lit up.

"Whatever you say!"

A/N

*Part two coming soon!