A Star Wars Christmas...

Settled Down/ (Presents Galore)/ Yoda Can Twerk?

               Anakin's feet shuffled around a little more as Obi gave another high pitched giggle. With one more yell, he slashed the lightsaber as hard as he could. All the anger, from his stiff hair to the snow that had ruined his boots, collected all into one, harsh blow. Obi screamed, and Anakin sensed the man jumping back. He yanked off the blindfold with a victorious, pterodactyl screech once his eyes had registered what was in front of him.

          "That's right, Rancor!" He jabbed his finger at the slashed, filled toy, bits of candy from it's corpse. "I'M THE MAN! I AM A MAN!" Obi squinted, touching his face. His beard was singed, the heat from the device still burning his cheeks. Obi let out a screech.

"ARE YOU INSANE YOU COULD OF KILLED ME YOU CRAZY--"

          Yoda stood, his words low and loud. "Obi, silence you will..." The man went to yell in protest, but the wise, green creature put a finger to his own lips. His small feet began to tap the floor with the beat still blasting from the speakers, his ears twitching. "Playing, my song is..." Obi watched in horror as Yoda began to sway more noticeably with the beat, his hips making circles. He lost all irritation towards the screeching brunette, focusing on the disturbing lay out unfolding in front of his own two eyes. 

"Master Yoda, what are you doing--"

             "With the white vans, back at it!" The whole room became dead silent, the only noise drifting through it being Yoda and the song. Windu and Plo Koon had long stopped their caroling nightmare, instead watching whatever wild mess that was going on now. The bass dropped detrimentally, the green creature getting to a squat. His butt jiggled underneath his respectable robes as he placed his hands on his knobby knees. Obi hurled as soon as the moment had commenced, Anakin following his footsteps. The two swayed as they left the beginning of the circle forming around Yoda, the people's hands raised as they shouted the chorus with the twerking Jedi Master. 

              "I...I need air!" Anakin gagged as they reached the hallway, beat still blaring in his eardrums. Obi wiped spit from his beard and mouth, falling to his knees. His gloved hands rubbed anxiously over his eyes.

"MAKE IT GO AWAY! I CAN'T UNSEE IT!"

              Hearing the sounds of what seemed as her Master and Obi, Ahsoka turned, throwing the objects from her hands. The wrapping paper and tape stuck to her fingers, so she placed both of her hands behind her back. Even in all of the chaos that occurred, she still had intentions of giving both them the best presents they could of asked for. Sure, it included many a times trying to make them in her own free time, not to mention lots of pinkie promises just to make sure the secrets never got out; but it was worth it. Her fake smile widened as the two staggered towards her. Ahsoka's expression soon changed to a scowl.

"...You guys aren't drunk, are you?"

           Anakin snapped his head away from the Temple, shaking his head. "Of course I wasn't!" He looked over towards Obi with a squeamish grin. "Neither of us were, right?" Obi remained silent, earning a gasp from the Tortuga. 

"Are you kidding me?! I...I don't even know how to respond to this!"

             Obi mumbled. "If you think is bad, go back to the party..." He shook his head again. "I think that my eyes have been burned for life..." Anakin nodded in agreement, helping Obi back to a suitable stand. Ahsoka watched the two curiously, a part of her wanting to know what had happened since she had tip toed out to the hallway...Then again, if it had both of them rattled, it seemed like something that was meant to be unspoken. Her eyes glinted as she took a deep breath, trying to remember what time it was. Christmas was almost over--she didn't have much time.

         "Guys...I want to show you something." Obi Wan quirked an eyebrow, and it had seemed his sickness had started to go away. "I know it's been a very long day for all of us, perhaps a little stressful her and there..." Anakin scoffed, grumbling something about leather boots. Ahsoka chose to ignore him, desperately trying to shake off the tape from her hands as silently as she could. "I really enjoyed the party, even though I was asleep for a majority of it." The two seemed to straighten out of pride, looking at each other smugly. "But I still have one gift for both of you." The two stopped smiling, swallowing loudly.

"It isn't called Callie is it?"

         Ahsoka laughed, rolling her eyes. "No, no, it isn't. Unless you want me to call her up--" Obi waved his hands around in the air madly.

"NO."

         "Alright, alright! But seriously, last surprise. Think of it as a gift for dealing with today and a thank you gift for..." She stared towards the 'party room' with a disturbed stare. "This. Follow me."