Chapter 2-Last Chance for Ale

"I have a bad feeling about this." Obi-Wan muttered as he and Azah came to a halt in front of a dimly lit building.

It appeared to be some kind of cantina, and upon closer inspection Obi-Wan noticed that it was called the 'Last Chance' cantina.

"Appropriate." He whispered to himself, his thoughts wandering to what Qui-Gon would do to him when they returned. No, if they returned.

"Don't be such a worry-wort. We're here to have fun. No, lets have some fun!" Without giving him time to object, Azah pulled Obi-Wan into the cantina.

The atmosphere inside was oppressive. What light there was, showed the smoke still hanging in the air. Where exactly, and what exactly the smoke was Obi-Wan doubted he wanted to know. The bar was a circular construction in the center of the room, crowded by aliens and humans from all walks of life.

To Obi-Wan's surprise, Azah bypassed the bar and headed straight for a booth in the back corner. As they made their way through the crowd he heard whistles and comments directed toward Azah, or more accurately, her looks and her body. Obi-Wan moved closer to her, hoping to curb some of the thoughts the men had of getting anywhere with Azah tonight that seemed to be radiating all around them.

Azah motioned for Obi-Wan to sit, sliding into the booth after him. After a moment she turned her blue gaze to Obi-Wan, chuckling at the sight.

"You can't seriously tell me that you've never been to a cantina before Obi-Wan."

"I'm not too fond of alcohol, it has a strange effect on me."

"A strange effect?" She repeated, "Oh, this I have to see."

He laughed nervously, looking around the room.

"Besides, where is your sense of adventure? That is what tonight is all about, a taste of freedom, adventure, and whatever else we crave."

At that moment the server reached their table.

"What can I for you two?" She asked.

"Aldeeran wine for me, and..." Azah looked at Obi-Wan, who shrugged. "Corellian ale for my friend."

"Coming right up."

"Corellian ale?" Obi-Wan squeaked after the server was out of earshot. "Azah, I told you. I don't drink."

"Not even tonight?"

"No."

"Just once."

"No."

"Please?"

"Azah, no."

"For me?" She asked, pouting her lips and blinking sad, puppy-dog eyes.

He was melting, Obi-Wan could feel it. Why was it that she had this effect on him? What made it worse was that she knew she had that kind of effect on him.

Obi-Wan sighed. "Fine. But only tonight, for you."

Azah squealed in happiness, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You won't be sorry. I promise."

"Why do I have the feeling that you're wrong about that?"