Padawan Skywalker stood by the banquet table next to his master as they both sipped some type of exotic punch. It had a good taste, but was a little sweet. He watched the couples as they gliding by as they moved around the dance floor. Much too elaborate clothing, and the music. This was something he imagined Chancellor Palpatine would listen to. Where were the drums?
The young man looked over at his master, who seemed distracted even in the chaos of the evening. His eyes were not following the dancers or even looking about at the extravagant decorations that covered the Great Hall. His eyes were intently focused on one thing. The door.
"Waiting for someone?" Anakin asked.
"Huh?" His Master replied, a slight frown etching his brow. "Oh. No. No. I was just…"
"Watching for someone. Someone in par-tic-u-lar." The young man played the word out to tease his master.
"I am not. And you've had too much punch."
Anakin stared down into his drink and then brought it up to his nose, sniffing the amber liquid. "It's not even spiked. What kind of party is this?" He continued to joke at his Master's expense.
"Admit it, Master. You're waiting for someone."
"I am not." Obi-Wan continued to deny, although his eyes had moved back toward the entrance.
"Liar." Anakin spoke into his turned-up drink.
"What?" Obi-Wan asked, turning toward the youth after not quite hearing what his padwan had said.
"Nothing." Anakin responded as he sipped the liquid, his head quickly nodding toward the door. "Look."
Obi-Wan turned and immediately began checking his clothes. Dress black tunics straightened, belt adjusted. He even tipped the toe of his boot up behind his opposite leg to remove any gathered dust. Anakin snickered at the obviousness of his Master's gestures.
He couldn't deny it now. Senator Amidala had just arrived with her personal bodyguard, and Anakin had to admit she looked great. She was wearing a shiny gown that was both blue and green, depending upon how she moved against the lights, but what was most noticeable was that her shoulders and most of her back were exposed. Nice. But it was also obvious, at least to him, who this gown was being worn for, and so he turned his attention to the young woman who stood next to the senator's side. Dormé was her name, if he recalled. He had met her on occasion, but had never had the chance to speak with her. However, he couldn't recall her looking so attractive before. The gown she wore was not as fancy as Padmé's but it was nice as well.
Anakin turned and set his drink down on the table, turning his attention back on the beautiful young brunette walking behind the senator.
"I'll catch you later, Master." He said as he began maneuvering their way.
"Wait!" Obi-Wan attempted, but the boy had already moved through the crowd.