After about 10 minutes, the battle went on. Both men were growing tired.
Obi Wan knew he would win, but he just didn't really feel like trying.
Christian knew he wouldn't win and for that reason didn't want to continue.
Of course, he wouldn't say so. Then, a smile grew across Obi Wan's face,
as an idea struck him.
"Wait!" he yelled.
Christian panted out a sorry excuse for, "What?"
"Why do we have to fight? It's so obvious you'll win. Satine is yours and we both know that. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Obi Wan said.
"Really?" Christian asked. He really didn't believe him, but was too tired to do anything about it.
"Really. And to say how sorry I am, tomorrow Satine, you, and I will have a lovely dinner! Not in this cafeteria. No, no. I know of a very magnificent place to take you."
"Um, you don't have to do that. Really. I'm fine with a sorry." Christian said.
"No, I insist. Tomorrow, I'll meet you here at eight o'clock." Obi Wan said. And with that, he was off...to call Satine. Christian on the other hand was very suspicious, but was quite happy he didn't have to fight for his life any longer. And so he went back to his room with Satine to talk. "Satine..I'm back," he called once he got inside. She was on the phone. "I'll be out in a minute, darling." "Okay.." he said quietly. He was lost in his own thoughts, now that he had rested a bit. 'What is he planning?' he thought. 'Is he trying to take Satine away from me? Everything was going so well, until this.' "Darling? Honey? Christian?!" Satine tried to get his attention. "Oh, sorry, Satine. I was..um..thinking."
"About what?" she said with a worried look on her face.
"Oh, Satine. There's something the matter. Tonight, at dinner with Obi Wan, something happened." Christian started.
"What?! What happened? Tell me!" Satine screeched.
"I think.I think he's trying to take you away from me. No, I know it. He wanted to battle until death with me over you! But, then he quickly apologized and said he didn't know what came over him. He insisted you and I go out to dinner with him tomorrow night."
"Oh, Christian! Have you been drinking absinthe? That is just crazy!"
"What? You don't believe me? But, I'm only trying to help. We battled with light sabers!"
"Oh, Christian. I think you're drunk. Hurry up, so I can put you to sleep. Then, I have to go meet someone."
"Who?" Christian asked.
"No one."
"Who?!"
Satine sighed. "It's Obi Wan! Okay? I have to do research for my part in the play. Actresses are different, now. They can't just act. They have to do a little work. And since he knows the computer systems here, he is going to help me."
"No! Satine..Satine..please don't go!"
"Christian, you're being silly. You'll see. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly," she said, walking towards the door. Christian had a very sad look on his face. 'He thinks I don't trust him,' she thought. And so, she said "I trust you, Christian. It's just that..well, you're drunk. And I need to get the research done. I love you," and left.
"Wait!" he yelled.
Christian panted out a sorry excuse for, "What?"
"Why do we have to fight? It's so obvious you'll win. Satine is yours and we both know that. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Obi Wan said.
"Really?" Christian asked. He really didn't believe him, but was too tired to do anything about it.
"Really. And to say how sorry I am, tomorrow Satine, you, and I will have a lovely dinner! Not in this cafeteria. No, no. I know of a very magnificent place to take you."
"Um, you don't have to do that. Really. I'm fine with a sorry." Christian said.
"No, I insist. Tomorrow, I'll meet you here at eight o'clock." Obi Wan said. And with that, he was off...to call Satine. Christian on the other hand was very suspicious, but was quite happy he didn't have to fight for his life any longer. And so he went back to his room with Satine to talk. "Satine..I'm back," he called once he got inside. She was on the phone. "I'll be out in a minute, darling." "Okay.." he said quietly. He was lost in his own thoughts, now that he had rested a bit. 'What is he planning?' he thought. 'Is he trying to take Satine away from me? Everything was going so well, until this.' "Darling? Honey? Christian?!" Satine tried to get his attention. "Oh, sorry, Satine. I was..um..thinking."
"About what?" she said with a worried look on her face.
"Oh, Satine. There's something the matter. Tonight, at dinner with Obi Wan, something happened." Christian started.
"What?! What happened? Tell me!" Satine screeched.
"I think.I think he's trying to take you away from me. No, I know it. He wanted to battle until death with me over you! But, then he quickly apologized and said he didn't know what came over him. He insisted you and I go out to dinner with him tomorrow night."
"Oh, Christian! Have you been drinking absinthe? That is just crazy!"
"What? You don't believe me? But, I'm only trying to help. We battled with light sabers!"
"Oh, Christian. I think you're drunk. Hurry up, so I can put you to sleep. Then, I have to go meet someone."
"Who?" Christian asked.
"No one."
"Who?!"
Satine sighed. "It's Obi Wan! Okay? I have to do research for my part in the play. Actresses are different, now. They can't just act. They have to do a little work. And since he knows the computer systems here, he is going to help me."
"No! Satine..Satine..please don't go!"
"Christian, you're being silly. You'll see. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly," she said, walking towards the door. Christian had a very sad look on his face. 'He thinks I don't trust him,' she thought. And so, she said "I trust you, Christian. It's just that..well, you're drunk. And I need to get the research done. I love you," and left.