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[ooc: takes place after the two threads that spawn from This.]

After Anakin left him, and at some point after his shower, Obi-Wan suddenly recalls exactly why the heretofor unknown person during the previous night's activity has been filling him with a sense of foreboding.

It has him dressed in clean clothing and hurrying - as well as he can with the headache that still ails him - down one hallway, and then another, before he knocks once on the door and simply walks into Siri's quarters.

He'll stare at her wide-eyed for a moment before he squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose in serious exasperation.

Plaintively, "Please tell me we didn't both get roaring drunk on a joint mission."

Date: 2015-08-17 02:15 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (unwell)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
Siri is lying sprawled in her bed, having somehow managed a shower AND clean clothes AND there’s a full glass of water sitting on her night table. Until he’d knocked she’d had her head buried under her pillow again; her hair is still messy and tousled from it as she stares at him.

In response she groans and rubs at her temple. “Force, I wish I could.”

Date: 2015-08-19 03:31 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (lying down (b&w))
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
He’s within arm’s reach, and she sort of flops her hand down gently on his head, absentmindedly carding her fingers through his hair. It’s about the only moving that she does, thought. Because it still hurts. Movement is Bad.

“That sounds like a very good idea. Both of them are not to be trusted.” Force she hates protection details.

Sitting Down is immensely preferable to Standing Up. That’s why she hasn’t done much moving at all from where she’s sprawled on the bed. She will Fight Him for the water... or at least, that’s her current intention, as much as she could currently fight anyone for anything (which is not much at all; because Movement is Bad).

Date: 2015-08-20 06:47 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (panicking inwardly)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
She continues the indulgence as he sits there; it’s oddly soothing and it distracts her just a little from how vile she feels. Not a lot; her head’s throbbing too much for that, but a little.

“I think those were the last moments we were truly kriffing sober,” she retorts, before frowning thoughtfully and wracking her aching brain for what came AFTER. “Not many.” There’s something, though, niggling at the back of her mind... and it’s making her distinctly uneasy.

Date: 2015-08-22 09:41 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - gaze down)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
“Both?” She retorts, with a brief flicker of humour before growing serious again. “I’d like to think that it’s just the alcohol and its after-effects causing this. Which means that if we’re... fortunate” she doesn’t sound as though she considers that fortunate, necessarily, given that they don’t know what it is they can’t remember “it’ll come back to us.”

She laughs, and then winces, pressing a hand to her throbbing head. “Anakin would never have let us live that down. Not that he’s probably going to anyway. Particularly when he finds security footage of whatever it is we got up to.” They were in the entertainment district, Anakin’s quest to find holos is almost guaranteed to be a success.

Date: 2015-08-24 03:30 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (lying down (b&w))
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
She’s content to just lay there, carding her fingers through his hair and attempting a similar willing away of her own throbbing headache as she attempts to remember anything about their evening’s adventures.

“That Masters Kenobi and Tachi went on a routine protection detail and came back kriffing blitzed? Yes. I realise.” She doesn’t sound particularly happy about it. First person to start the covert sniggering where she can see is going to get an earful. “I doubt, with as drunk as we obviously WERE, that our return to the Temple was anything like subtle.”

Date: 2015-08-26 04:18 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (fond side-eye)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
“Given how our luck usually runs, we probably weren’t THAT lucky,” she replies. “And it depends on whether or not we went... wandering, before reaching our quarters.”

Date: 2015-08-29 06:27 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - serious look)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
“That would be nice,” she replies. “I’d like to know what we kriffing DID.” And yes, then they can pick up the pieces of their tattered dignity.

Something, maybe Obi-Wan’s word choice, or maybe it's just the haze of the previous evening finally parting, she doesn’t know, triggers a distant, blurry flicker of memory. She freezes, her hand mid-card through his hair. Oh FORCE. Groaning, she covers her face with the hand not currently carding through Obi-Wan’s hair. “I think... I think there was a fight.”

The words ‘I think we were IN a fight’ go unspoken.
Edited Date: 2015-08-30 12:14 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-09-01 04:46 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - musing (sepia))
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
Her hand starts carding through his hair again as he lifts his head. “I think you did.” She frowns, trying to remember. The memory is hazy, but she does faintly recall Obi-Wan hauling off and punching... someone. Hard.

Mortification rises up and she sinks back with a groan. “A chair? Kriff.” And Anakin is going to find security footage of this. “Do we have any idea WHY we were... why the fight happened?”

Date: 2015-09-09 06:40 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - so kriffing frustrated)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
She makes an irritated face at him. Of course he would try and dump the blame on her head. She would wallop him soundly if she was feeling better. But she isn’t. So it’ll have to wait. “You don’t get to put all the blame on me, Obi-Wan. You were just as much a part of last night as I was.” Possibly more; she’s still sure it was his fault. At least, her hangover was. No one else would have been able to get her to drink so much. And she certainly didn’t make him start throwing punches. At least, she assumes she didn’t. Until their memories clear up they’re going to be left guessing. And blaming each other.

Or until Anakin returns with the security footage.

“I don’t think you did much 'correcting' last night,” she retorts. “Except with your fists.”

Date: 2015-09-11 06:39 am (UTC)
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - are you kriffing serious?)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
Being prepared would be nice. Especially considering how gleeful Anakin will probably be when he shows up with it.

His words earn him a laugh, that’s cut short when she winces and presses a hand to her head. Okay, laughing is joining movement on the list of things that are Bad. “You act as though you’ve never done anything rash or foolhardy.” Which is incredibly far from the truth. “You seriously think that you started throwing punches to defend someone’s honour last night? To defend MY honour?” It’s... a painfully Obi-Wan thing to do, honestly, if it’s in part what happened the night prior.

The only question is what could have happened to make him think that was necessary?
neverbeenpatient: (☆ - just a touch of hidden amusement)
From: [personal profile] neverbeenpatient
She makes a face at him, although it’s more entertained than anything. “I can’t help it if I’m multi-talented.” She makes a low, amused sound; it’s safer than laughing outright. “You could have. It’s possible. Or, you could just admit the possibility that even the vaunted Obi-Wan Kenobi isn’t beyond the occasional barfight.” She smirks. “Or maybe I was defending your honour.”


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