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Chapter 3-Giddy
Two hours later...
Obi-Wan and Azah finished their drinks and made their way out of the cantina. As promised Obi-Wan finished one glass of ale and patiently waited until Azah had her fill. She managed to get another few drinks in him over time.
Neither were drunk only mildly intoxicated, and the alcohol had served to calm Obi-Wan. He was much more relaxed than before. If not a tad bit giddy . Azah was still as bubbly as ever and was once again leading the way through Coruscant.
"That ale was wonderful!" Obi-Wan exclaimed suddenly, coming to a stop on one of the duracrete walkways.
"Didn't I tell you it would be fine? And you were so worried. You're such a stick-in-the-mud most of the time. I do not mean to offend you, but some of the other padawans are beginning to wonder if that stick is somewhere else now." Azah laughed slightly, her eyes glancing to the afore mentioned area.
Obi-Wan pulled his arms across his chest, hands hidden in his sleeves. His lips were pulled into a pout.
"Look at you. You'd think I put the stick there." She laughed.
They began to walk on, Obi-Wan in the lead this time. He still had his arms in front of him as he walked. Azah's smile faded a little as they walked.
Suddenly Obi-Wan stopped, turning to Azah.
"Do they really say that about me?" His blue eyes sparkled in intrigue.
Azah's smile returned. "Only a select few."
"I bet I can guess who..." Obi-Wan grumbled.
"Oh, come on Obi-Wan, if tonight is a success they'll be singing your praises in the morning."
"If Qui-Gon hasn't already slaughtered me." He mumbled.
"I see the stick has returned." She teased.
"No, no! Its just," He replied, eyes wide. "I would like to make it to Knighthood alive."
"As would I, that is why we can't get caught. Now, come on." Off they moved again.
"But Azah...how can our fellow padawans 'sing my praises' as you say, if we don't get caught? We can't simply go around talking about it and expect to not be punished."
"You worry too much Obi-Wan." She laughed, pulling him along.
"Azah! Azah wait." Obi-Wan said, coming to a stop in front of a large building. The sign in front said it was a theater.
"Lets take in a show. I wonder what is playing this month." Obi-Wan asked aloud, searching the boards for show times and listings.
"It would appear that the next show begins in five minutes." Azah added, pointing a finger at the scrolling Aurebesh letters on the front of the theater. "At two."
Obi-Wan flashed an ornery smile at Azah. She grinned back, pulling into the theater behind her.
After purchasing their tickets, both padawans found seats near the back of the theater. Now all there was to do was wait for the show to begin.
Thats it, Chapter 3. Sorry its short, I had my senior pictures today and didn't have as much time to write as I'd like. Please Review!
