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[jedimindtrick]

Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi (jedimindtrick) and ???
When: March 28th
Where: Mess Hall Bar
What: Unable to find suitable rest, Obi-Wan takes his thoughts to the bar.
Warnings: Alcohol. Grumpiness, probably. The usual.
Note*: Currently closed to previous plotters, but if you're interested in tagging in, hit me up via PM or at blakeroo  via PP.

The march of time has never bothered Obi-Wan so much as it does here on the Moria. In so few days — arguably a handful — it has been one challenge after another. To say the Jedi Master feels powerless against it would be an extreme underestimation. In fact, he feels downright steamrolled by the force of everything he's learned since leaving his home.

Finding respite from it has become harder and harder, too. Without the support structure, without the Jedi Council, many of Kenobi's decisions have left him questioning himself, left him questioning his ability to handle extreme circumstances without a crutch. No amount of meditation can free him of this concern, even if he believes he's doing the best he can in the face of adversity.

That, among other things, preys on him. Particularly when he's tired. It's the only reason he turns to the bar, to a few drinks in the name of personal sanity. It does little to lift his spirits, but it's more than enough to warm him, and with luck, it will eventually fall away to a more restful sleep.

Comments

[pickingup]

She takes the whiskey with a smirk and waits for him to settle before holding it up for a toast. "To figuring out the mysteries of this place."

It's the most neutral thing she can think of, though she's pretty sure that they'd all like to go home, too, but this seems safer.

[jedimindtrick]

Left with the vodka, he takes a moment to smell the drink — very attractive — but it doesn't inspire any sort of expression, so he must find it to be all right. The glass is lifted in salute and he smiles in response. "And to making friends in unlikely places," he adds, guessing that she won't take exception to the assumption. As far as Obi-Wan's concerned, they're friends until they're not. Which is to say, when they're not, they'll both know it.

Dipping back the shot of alcohol, he reflects back on all of the terrible drinks he'd had in his life, and admits to himself this might be the worst. But if its burn is any indication, it's certain to do the trick.

"Good choice." He doesn't mean that. It may be obvious by the slight curl of his lip. Awful taste.

[pickingup]

Natasha doesn't really have friends most of the time. There are a few, but her real friendship is hard-won and they haven't saved each other's lives or saved the world together lately. She likes him enough, but there are plenty of people she likes until she has to screw them over. It's just life, really.

"To making friends."

She toasts anyway, because Natasha's a liar at heart and a good one, and when she notices his reaction to the drink, she puts the whisky down in front of him with a wry grin and goes to pry the vodka from his hand.

[jedimindtrick]

The appearance of the whiskey boggles him a little bit, but Obi-Wan merely looks down at it with a detached wonder. Okay, yes.

He lifts the whiskey and thinks that perhaps he's already had too much, but if Obi-Wan can't occasionally throw caution to the wind, he might as well call himself Master Windu.

"And the—" He hiccups and then covers his mouth briefly in surprise before mouthing a sorry. "And the universal constant of the local dive bar."