"That's not a human, that's a wall with legs."

Obi-Wan would have smirked at the gist had it not been so close to the truth. She peered around the corner of the alley, staring quietly at the behemoth of a bouncer standing in front of the club oh so smartly named, Tent-a-cles.

Obi-Wan sized him up. The man was tall- taller than Qui-Gon if that was all possible. Each arm was the size of a tree trunk and a beard so thick the girl thought if she touched it with her lightsaber, the beard would eat it.

She could take him. But inside the club was their informant and they didn't need to be bringing attention to themselves. Almost immediately, Obi-Wan knew what to do.

As Qui-Gon was studying the building, looking for a way in, Obi-Wan took off her cloak. She then pushed down her tunic enough to show off her shoulders and her collar bone. She quickly readjusted her chest sash to allow a little cleavage to appear and she pinched her cheeks to make them puffy and red.

Qui-Gon turned to her, opening his mouth to say something. Whatever it was died on his lips as he stared wide eyed at her. "What are you doing?"

"Going in," She stated. She took her saber from her belt, staring at it thoughtfully. She couldn't have it dangling from her hip. She might just as well position a giant neon light over head that would flash, "Hey, I'm a Jedi!" She didn't want to leave it behind, that would be just stupid.

"Like that?" There was a hint of anger in his voice. "No Obi-Wan. You will not lower yourself just to get inside."

"Master," Obi-Wan began, slipping her lightsaber up the sleeve of her arm. As long as she doesn't make any grand arm movements, her weapon should stay concealed. "This is the best way to do it. I'll flirt with goliath over there, go in, find our contact and come right back out. I'll be fine."

"And what will you do if he suddenly decides that he wants more than flirting?" He shook his head. "No. I forbid it."

"I won't let it go that far. Please Master, allow me just to try this. And if that bantha of a man even makes a crude gesture, I'll back away."

His lips became thin. Qui-Gon looked back at the club, and shook his head. "Who teaches you to do these things?"

"Master Syn-lu," Obi-Wan answered thoughtlessly. She then mentally kicked herself, realizing that her Master asked a rhetorical question.

"Really?" Qui-Gon growled. "Then I'm going have to talk to Master Syn-lu about what lessons she teaches to my Padawan."

Obi-Wan suddenly felt guilty. She didn't want to get Master Syn-lu in trouble for simply teaching her a few flirtation techniques. But didn't Qui-Gon know that most of the female Padawans were being taught such things? Even Bant, who never leaves the Temple except for extreme medical cases, knows how to bat her eyes in a suggestive way.

Qui-Gon exhaled sharply, his eyes falling back on the girl's bare shoulders. He then raised his hand to her and she thought he was going to pull up her tunic to cover her shoulders. Instead, he grasped the hair band that tied off her pony tail and pulled it loose. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and Qui-Gon spent a few seconds straightening it out. "There," He said once he was done. "Now you're irresistible."

Obi-Wan bowed her head in thanks, glad for the obstruction of her hair to hide the sudden blush on her cheeks.

She waited till the giant turned his head away from the direction of their hidden alley before walking out. Taking a breath to calm her nerves, Obi-Wan made the exaggerated movements of the swaying of her hips as she sauntered over. Almost immediately she saw the goliath noticing her.

"Excuse me," Obi-Wan said to him, her voice dropping low. "Could you help me? I'm looking for my friend. Have you seen her?"

Goliath looked her over, a slight pinch of pink on his cheeks. "Not sure. What did she look like?"

"Well…" Obi-Wan tossed her hair back as she pretended to think. "She's a Twi'lek."

She could see the fantasy already forming in Goliath's head. "A Twi'lek, huh?"

"Oh yes," She ran a finger over her bottom lip. "You know, she has such a bad habit of leaving me behind. Last night in bed she wasn't so eager to leave my side."

Goliath gulped and Obi-Wan almost took a step back in surprise as the sudden mental image assaulted her. At this even she had to blush. Geeze…the things men think of…

"Did she go in there by any chance?" Obi-Wan hugged herself, causing her chest to swell in appearance.

"I don't know…" Goliath stepped aside. "Perhaps you should go in and…see if she's in there."

Got him.

"Thank you so much!" She beamed at him. "If I find her, maybe she and I will repay you somehow…" As she crossed the threshold of the club, she had to shiver as another mental image floated past her. This time, it involving more than two people.

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A/N: Okay, I'm trying to think of a plot, but nothing is really coming to me. Personally, I'm enjoying my plot-less fic. If somebody else wants to use the 'Obi is a girl' idea, go right ahead.