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HE’S AFRAID OF her and she can’t tell if she’s proud of that fact or if she’s horrified. Neither really mattered since there wouldn’t be anything that came out of this. He would most likely leave, go back to whoever he loved and she would stay here. That was how this all worked after all, she was just a sometimes girl, there to look pretty and serve drinks. She could be something more if she wanted to be, but this was okay for now. After all it wasn’t as if she could hold normal jobs, she’d be to distracting for that, even if it was just part of her genetic make up and not something she could change. “Anakin. I’m Vi.” At least she still has it, he’s utterly tongue tied and it’s cute, he’s totally in over his head. Why would he be here? Probably to get some ass, see a Twi’lek dance or something like that. The weirder thing was that he was alone, they usually came in packs if they were celebrating. 

A small smile and she’s moving to behind him, hips swaying as she did so. Hand comes to rest on his shoulder, fingers just gently pressing. She’s not trying anything but she has to look like she’s at least trying to —- that was the aim of the game after all. Or something like that. He looks well traveled, though he does seem rather young, the braid is what interests her the most. She’s heard about a certain people with a braid, but she’s still not quite sure if they’re real. Why would she be when she rarely traveled further than the red light district? 

    “I like your braid. It’s cute.You shouldn’t tug on it, that must hurt.” A slight frown. How couldn’t she notice that? He was being rather obvious about it. And in fact, rather weird. Nose wrinkles and she’s looking at him more closely. “Why are you here, Anakin? This isn’t exactly the place you just go for a drink and a show. Where are your friends?” Said with an ever so polite tone, doesn’t want to seem like she’s trying to dig up information about him. 

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             IT’S NOT FEAR that wraps his hand around the base of his tumbler like its his anchor to the bar, but rather inexperience. He’s seen other Jedi use flirtation as means of gathering information, but genuine seduction, even of this strange variety, is as an unknown to the senior Padawan. He’s never even kissed anyone, for Force sakes— aside from the sweet rub of noses && chaste exchanges he could barely remember having with his mother. He gulps down the first finger of liquid courage, the burn of its journey down his throat a fine enough distraction from her wandering fingertips.

    ❝ V-Vi. ❞ He repeats, wincing at the stutter. Heat settles in the space before his sternum; evidence of the alcohol’s effects on him, though not blatant enough to stop Anakin from gesturing for a refill soon as the bartender pays him mind. ❝ It’s uh— thank you. ❞ He flushes again, a tentative pink polishing off the ends of his ears && traveling downwards. ❝ It marks my rank as a Jedi Padawan. ❞ His voice pitches into an unnecessary hush, like that much isn’t obvious from just looking at him. ❝ The beads are for our merits in different fields of study. ❞ He rolls the blue color band at the end of his own braid without thought.

              He forces a laugh, a blunt sound heavy with liquor. ❝ Isn’t it obvious? ❞ He creaks, swallowing. ❝ The cheap drinks. ❞ A clear lie. Most bars in Coruscant are tremendously overpriced, even in the lowest levels. 

 
independent & private roleplay blog for anakin skywalker/darth vader of all star wars media. written by scout. || est. feb 2016.