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AW, HE’S BLUSHING. She’s still got it and she can’t help the smug smile slowly filtering through her features, fingers gently squeezing his shoulder before she finally lets go and finds her place in the seat next to him, resting on leg over the other and then a hand over her knee. The metal of one arm was becoming more and more obvious, she’d practically been hiding it earlier. But she hadn’t expected his answer. Why would a Jedi, even if he was a padawan be here? This wasn’t exactly jedi friendly. The scum of the universe liked to hide here in plain sight and he could die if he wasn’t careful. “You better keep your voice down about that. A lot of folks around here don’t like your kind.” Personally, she didn’t really care, but you could never be too careful. 

She’d rather not get in the middle of a fight again, it’s how she lost the arm in the first place —- blown clean off. Eyes however, continue to watch him. He’s certainly interesting and explains the fact that he could barely string a sentence around her without blushing.Jedi weren’t meant to take romantic partners. Or something along those lines. Half the stories about jedi were just continuous rumors. Who knew what was true? She didn’t. Fingers tap against her knee and she hums lowly in her throat, thankfully no one has thought to interrupt them, it must seem to outsiders that she has her claws firmly hooked into him. No point in anyone else having a go. He hadn’t shirked off her touch —- maybe there was a chance yet. “What’s that one for? The one you keep fiddling with.” 

The laugh makes her wince and she’s rolling her eyes. Could the lies be any more obvious. He could at least try to pull the wool over her eyes. He wasn’t doing so well. If it was just secret jedi business, couldn’t he just say it? She wasn’t going to tell anyone about it or inquire further. “We have some of the most expensive drinks on this planet. Try that again, Anakin.” 

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                LIQUID COURAGE MAY do little to soothe his stuttering tongue or blood-hot cheeks, but it does ease the shard of anxiety that aches in his chest. Jedi-friendly place over not, this cantina is still located on Coruscant, which means attacking a Jedi with no due cause is punishable by incarceration, at the very least. && with enough alcohol diluting his bloodstream, a fight doesn’t sound too unappealing at all. A splintering release of all the accumulated pressures within him. Knuckles breaking bruises across bones, combatants left in a haze of limbs && fear. All violent indulgences he’s never outgrown. 

               Anakin’s attention returns to the braid between his fingers, to the blue band that’d prompted Vi’s interest. ❝ Mechanics, ❞ he beams, sliding up the plait to his red bead. ❝ This one’s for piloting. ❞ His master hadn’t been so willing to award him that particular merit. But Obi-Wan has a weak constitution when it comes to flying as far as Anakin’s concerned.

               He frowns again, disgruntled by her prodding && poking. Surely she knows how to swindle all kinds of information from customers. This is the sort of job that teaches you how to learn things about others. But drunk or not, Anakin isn’t in the mood to be dissected by a woman being paid to talk to him. ❝ It doesn’t matter why I’m here. ❞ He adds a bit of force suggestion behind the words, just enough to get her to stop asking questions. 

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