Obi's Day Off
Obi-Wan Kenobi felt good. Carefree, happy, and a bit giddy. Anakin had been Knighted the day before, lifting a huge weight from the weary Master's shoulders. The man smiled and got an idea, quickly unbuckling his belt and shrugging out of his tunic and tabards. He pulled a plain civilian tunic from the back of his closet, then completed his look with a dark brown jacket and a pair of aviator sunglasses. He tucked his lightsaber in his back pocket, not wanting to leave without it.
Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he headed out of the Temple, taking a speeder to a local barber shop. He was taken as a walk-in immediately, and got his hair cut shorter, losing the mullet and going for a sideswept neater cut. That finished, he paid and headed out, hopping back in the speeder. He headed down to Dex's Diner, where he planned to grab a caf and swap a bit of chitchat with his old friend.
"Waddaya know? It's Obi-Wan!" Dex cried happily as the Jedi walked in, throwing up two of his four arms. He heaved his great bulk out from behind the counter, enveloping Obi-Wan in a bone crushing hug. Once the man had regained the ability to breathe, he returned his friend's greeting.
"Hello Dex. It's been a while."
"Too long, my friend!" Dex shouted, slinging a giant arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders and guiding him to a seat at the small bar. "What can I get you? We got some real fine Corellian whiskey shipped in yesterday, and a new case of Nubian brandy."
"Just a caf, Dex. You know Jedi shouldn't drink."
"No tea? You feelin' alright?" Dex asked, going behind the counter to make the Jedi's caf.
"Dex, your tea is not tea. It's not even, even, well, I don't know what it is!" Dex laughed.
"You may be right, old friend. How are things at the Temple?" Dex withdrew a cup from below the counter, filled it, scratched out a name, and passed it to a waiting customer nearby, then got to work on Obi-Wan's drink.
"Things are fine. Anakin was Knighted yesterday, thank the Force, and I've been promoted to the Jedi Council."
"Well that's right fine!" Dex exclaimed in his boisterous manner, pouring the freshly made caf into a second cup and snapping on the lid. He scrawled 'Obiwan' on the side and handed it to the Jedi.
"Thank you, my friend," Obi-Wan said graciously, pulling a few credits from his pocket and holding them out to the hulking Besalisk. Dex shook his head and curled Obi-Wan's fingers back over the creds in his palm.
"Nope. Free of charge. Anything for you, old pal."
Knowing it was useless to argue, Obi-Wan slipped the money back in his pocket and stood.
"I'd best be going," Obi-Wan said. "Nice seeing you, Dex." Dex lifted a meaty hand in farewell, then turned to a waiting customer. Obi-Wan gathered his cup and walked out the cafe door with almost a swagger to his step. He held his jacket over his shoulder with his left hand, caf cup in his right. Though things would be returning to normal shortly, Obi-Wan was, for the first time in what felt forever, not stressed, perfectly calm, and fully happy.