Mel awoke before her friend, feeling a massive and highly unwelcome headache pound behind her eyes. Groaning, she sat up. Thankfully no one had turned the lights on, which would only have made things worse.

Dressing shakily, she wandered out of the room into the hallway. Of course, she didn't see the person standing there until some time later, blinded by the violently white light. This sent a jolt of pain lacing through her head, causing her to gasp and flinch. When her eyes finally cleared, she turned back around to face an amused looking Obi-wan.

"Took you long enough." He commented, tossing her an apple. Its not that he was particularly concerned about her eating, he just didn't want to be interrupted by her needing food eventually.

"I was sleeping." She replied, stating the obvious. Squinting at him, she wondered why he didn't look the least hungover at all.

He grinned. She wasn't looking very good at all, which would make this an unusually amusing morning. "What, did we have too much to drink, my young padawan?"

She scowled.

- - -

Mel discovered a grand new truth that morning. First of all, that hangovers or anything close really sucked. Second, that Obi-wan was unbearably cheerful, and viciously non-sympathetic. Thirdly, that it was possible to admire someone and want them dead at the same time.

"I said, jump higher." His face and voice were as impassive as ever, but Mel could have sworn he was enjoying himself.

Swearing mentally, she launched herself up in the air again, flipping over to land on her feet. "There."

"Not there. Again. You're still not jumping high enough." She was sweating now, and still obviously hurting from the night before. She also looked like she might have liked to be killing him right about then. Which wasn't new, he generally had that effect on people.

She did it again, and again, and again… After some sixteen times she simply glared at him, trying to be respectfully defiant. Which didn't work very well as he simply knocked the feet out from under her.

Looking up at him as she lay on the floor, Mel grimaced. Dropping her head back down, she muttered 'you suck' under her breath.

His grinned, as he tossed her a lightsaber. "Let's see how much you've forgotten." He commented, evenly.

She glared at him, powering hers up as he did his. "So now what? Drills?" She asked, desperately hoping for a no.

His grin widened. "No. I wanted to spar." Careful what you wish for. You just might get it.

The rest of the activity went very badly. Mel was mad, and so was messing up more than usual. The pounding in her head had gotten even worse, ruining her judgment even more.

Obi-wan just grinned more the first time he disarmed her easily, but the third time he'd started taunting. "See, this is why you need to keep your emotions in check," He commented as it went flying. "Besides using the Dark Side, it makes you a horrible fighter."

She just growled, running off to fetch it. Normally she was all right compared to him, obviously not as good but not a pushover. But today things just weren't going her way, and he was winning effortlessly.

After the eighth time he decided to be nice and let his go flying out of his own hand intentionally. Grinning condescendingly at her, he nonchalantly went to fetch it. Mel saw an opening, and attempted to slash at his unprotected back.

But before she could make contact he had whirled around and knocked her flat on her back, on the floor. "That wasn't nice." He commented, unfazed by how close she'd gotten. Apparently once you got to be a Master Jedi simple things like watching your back didn't matter anymore.

She just muttered something obscene under her breath, insanely pissed off to the point where she didn't care anymore.

Grinning, he took his foot off of her chest where he'd been pinning her down. "Watch your emotions, padawan. Then you might beat me." Oh, it's great to be in charge! He thought as he waltzed out of the room, leaving one angry padawan.

- - -

Katie dug through the bowl of fruit; things she knew interspersed with plenty she didn't. Finally she found what she was looking for, a vaguely oval blue thing about the size of an orange. The inside was lime green, and despite its mad color scheme it tasted very good. It was also very runny, and took a long time to eat.

Which was what she was looking for. No one else was in the dining hall, and that gave her time to think over the events of last night. It seemed so very unreal, and had she not seen the empty glass sitting by Mel's bed, she would have written it off to an alcohol-induced hallucination. But, the thing was, she wanted it to have been real.

Nibbling at her fruit and gazing off into space, she hardly noticed when he entered the room until he waved a hand in front of her face.

"Oh. Hello." She said, feeling her cheeks warm with a slight blush. He was the last person she expected to see in the morning, as he usually got up really early, or really late, depending. Looking up, she noticed that he looked a bit tired. "You sleep at all?"

"No. I had something to do this morning, so it was rather pointless." One got used to lack of sleep when they were nearly running the galaxy. Reaching out, he very gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. He would have liked to do more, but the risk was much too great that someone would wander in looking for a spot of early lunch. And that would have been rather difficult to explain.

As it was, he had to drop his hand to her shoulder and act like he was questioning and/or reprimanding her as Obi-wan sauntered in, looking infuriatingly bouncy.

Katie tried to hide her face; certain that some sort of emotion would leak out and be obvious. She'd never been very good at lying.

"That's harsh. Yelling at her before she's finished her breakfast." Obi-wan commented, snagging a snack from the bowl.

"I'm not making anyone jump through hoops when they have a hangover," Anakin countered, letting go of his padawan reluctantly.

"There was no hoop involved." Obi-wan declared, managing to look down his nose at his taller companion. "Besides, she shouldn't have drank so much." This was one of those 'pot calling the kettle black' situations, but no one felt like pointing that out. Obi-wan would just manage to get back at them later, and it wouldn't be fun. Deciding to quit while he was ahead, the Jedi sauntered off.

Once Obi-wan had left the room, Anakin pulled Katie from her seat into a standing position. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, and he answered by closing it for her.