Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Can't Turn Back Now, I'm Haunted

• Summary: In Anakin's book, running away from your feelings doesn't really work. They follow you everywhere you go, they are annoyingly unavoidable and there is no real way of escaping them - which is fine, at this point Anakin is used to it. At least until Obi-Wan Kenobi, namely the love of his life and a big, big asshole that broke up with him without a real explanation suddenly plunges back into Anakin's life. The exact same night Anakin's latest one night stand comes to pester him, too. Gods, why can't the Universe choose someone else to torment for once?

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Right as soon as Anakin thinks that night couldn’t get any worse, it does. Which, at that point, isn’t even an ironic coincidence anymore but nothing more than a factual occurrence in his life.

The Outer Rim is packed. The floors have already gotten sticky and so has the air; it is clear nobody is going to be able to go home earlier that night. So, an average Friday.

Except for the fact that Anakin has just seen Clovis come in. What the fuck is Clovis doing here?

God, Anakin wants to scream. He knows perfectly what he is doing here. He waves in Aayla’s direction as discreetly as possible to get her attention, fighting the urge to just go hide under a table like a fucking mole.

«Clovis is back» Anakin tells her between gritted teeth. «I know it’s supposed to be on me, but can you take care of the orders? I beg you, I’ll literally pay you».

Aayla’s skillfully drawn eyebrows arch. «You’re broke, Anakin. And you don’t have to bribe me, I’ll cover you for free if it’s about that ass. I can tell Bly to kick him out».

«It’s fine. I just don’t wanna be around him». For a moment the thought of asking security to intervene does cross Anakin’s mind, but in the end he dismisses it almost in shame. Despite his sole presence is bugging him, he simply doesn’t want to engage in Clovis, he just hopes the man would get some drinks and leave without causing a scene - plus, if the boss knew Anakin purposely warded off a client, it wouldn’t end well for him. Even when it comes to a true shithead like Clovis.

Aayla gives him a pat on the shoulder, then exits the bar counter and lets Anakin take her place.

It’s like hiding behind a glass wall, and Anakin knows. He tries to act busy - which comes pretty easily considering how crowded it is tonight - and not to look up from his workspace, focusing on making drinks for the group of girls at table three. It works for a bit, although simple repetitive tasks are far from enough for Anakin’s brain to stop wandering around: he really, really doesn’t want to talk to Clovis.

Sleeping with him was a mistake, and what happened after that was even a bigger one. It has been one week and in that period of time Anakin has slowly been deluding himself into thinking the guy was not going to show his face again at the Outer Rim, but he was wrong. There he is, laughing his ass off with an unknown girl by his side and taking orders from Aayla with that goddamn smug smile of his.

Fuck, he is looking at him. Anakin breaks eye contact immediately, cursing between his teeth, and places the cups on the corner of the counter signaling Aayla to come pick them up.

A group of people enter the bar at that moment, and the opening door almost collides with Aayla’s return towards the counter. Luckily no empty glasses fall, also thanks to one of the guys who helps her stabilize them with a secure hand: Anakin watches Aayla’s lips spelling an apology, but he can’t properly see or hear the man’s response over the loud music.

Not that Anakin would pay attention to that anyway. He freezes completely, hand still on the bottle of gin and the half empty glass he is filling, and can’t help but hold his breath.