Current mood:	drunk
Entry tags:	fanfic100, obi-wan, padme, tatooine

I Never... ~ Prompt #060
Title: I Never...
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan, Padme
Prompt: Drink
Word Count: 699
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Here's what happens the first night the gang spends on Tatooine.
Author's Notes: Because they have this drinking game in the GFFA *sage nod*

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Obi-Wan couldn't sit still any longer. He had to get out of the ship or go mad. He didn't care that the twin suns had set an hour ago, nor did he care that he may run into Qui-Gon. It was fairly easy for him to escape, too, since all he had to tell Panaka was that he was heading out to do a perimeter check and that, no, the Captain was not needed, thank you very much.

The native garb felt strange, but the reassuring weight of his lightsabre made him feel better. It was a twenty-minute walk into Mos Espa, and it only took him five to find an acceptable place to get a drink. He gave the interior a good once-over, noting where each patron was and cataloguing each by species, hidden weaponry and level of drunkenness. As his eyes swept the room, one figure stood out like a flaming beacon. The young Jedi blinked a few times, uncertain he was actually seeing her.

Padme. The Handmaiden.

She was twirling a glass in her hand slowly, staring into its depths as if the secrets of the universe would spill out of it at any second. The glass clattered noisily as she gasped in surprise when Obi-Wan slid into the seat across from her.

"Madam," he said neutrally.

"...Obi-Wan, right?" She kept her tone just as neutral.

"Yes. May I ask what it is you are drinking?"

"Corellian ale. And Padme, please. Call me Padme."

"Very well," he said with a slight smile, watching as she downed the contents of the glass. He turned and flagged a waiter for two more.

"So, Obi-Wan," she started, as the two drinks were delivered. "I hope you have some way of paying for these..."

The Padawan grinned as he paid in the local currency. He laughed at her wide-eyed look. "I always research our missions well, so I can pack a handful of credits in the local currencies of the major planets along the way. Just in case."

"You're very resourceful," she complimented, her eyes twinkling. She held up her glass. "To the resourcefulness of the Jedi," she toasted softly, so no only Obi-Wan could hear her. "May it provide much in the way of after-hours companionship."

Obi-Wan lifted his glass in agreement and drank. He regarded Padme for a moment and spoke only when she looked at him askance. He smiled reassuringly. "Would you mind if we made this a little more interesting?"

"How so?"

"Well," he said, leaning back a little. "Let's play a game. It's called I never. You start by saying 'I never' and then finish the sentence. If the statement, as it applies to you, is false, then you drink."

Padme gave him a curious look. "I'm not sure I understand..."

"Here, I'll start. I never had my planet invaded before," he said. "Now, you drink..."

"...Because my planet has been invaded," she finished, before taking a sip. "Okay. I never fixed a ship."

Obi-Wan drank with a smile.

*****
Hours Later
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Obi-Wan could feel the alcohol tickling his brain. His Jedi metabolism had served him well in keeping him fairly alert, but he could tell that Padme had taken quite a beating. She was moving past tipsy and was well on her way to drunk. They had learned quite a bit about each other over the last few hours, and they were each surprised to find out they had many things in common.

"I never made love to anyone before," she said, causing Obi-Wan's senses to snap into alertness, despite his slight inebriation.

He blinked slowly, raising the glass to his lips. His eyes never left hers as the amber liquid passed over his lips and slid down his throat. He drained the glass completely and set it down on the table carefully.

Padme swallowed thickly as she fought to keep her breathing steady. "So...so you've..." she intoned softly.

His voice was just a soft as he replied, "...No. But I'm about to..."

Her lips curled into a gentle smile, as she raised her own glass to her lips and drained it.

The rose together and, hand-in-hand, walked out into the cool nighttime air.