one night in coruscant || obikin

02.

-anakins pov-

After about 7 or 8 minutes of watching my master, I grew terribly bored, and decided to find a better use of my time. After 11 years of missions with Obi-Wan, I knew he could handle himself.

Looking around for something more interesting, I made my way through the throng of lifeforms until I found some Twi'Leks seated at a side bar. I seated myself between two girls and observed the cantina scene.

There seemed to be an open karaoke mic in the center of the bar, and off to the side pairs of dancers flowed together like liquid, twisting around one another like a well-oiled machine. I allowed myself to pay more attention to the dancers, and soon fell under a light trance.

They were skilled, and I likened their waving limbs to a lightsaber duel- what with all the spinning and such.

After about fifty minutes of watching them, a familiar voice came over the karaoke mic, and a confused dread filled me up. Obi-Wan? Surely not... but as my gaze located the mic, there he was, and he was looking very ruffled and sad.

"This." he began, "is for my love- my Satine."

Oh kriff... I knew- from a couple memorable experiences- that he sounded very drunk, and I pinched the bridge of my nose.

I stood and began to make my way across the room to stop him, but decided against it; If I recalled correctly, Obi-Wan had allowed me to embarrass myself many times, and now it was his turn.

Pulling out my holo-recorder, I plopped down in a seat, one leg crossed over the other, chin perched in my clasped hands, and watched the show unfold.