Obi-Wan is aging surprisingly well (obi1) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-09 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dani moonstar (mirage), kitty pryde (shadowcat), obi-wan kenobi |
Who: Obi-wan and Kitty, and Dani via Text
What: Getting pretty drunk. Celebrating random things.
When: Thursday, day before the Gala
Where: The Green Maid
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some dirty talk. Nothing too bad.
When it came to asking Kitty to have a drink with him, the obvious question was Where? Obi did not know many pubs in the area; until recently, he had lived as a teetotaler as a form of self-punishment. Of course, at the time, he had called it self-discipline. Now, he conceded that he had mostly been a curmudgeon with a stick up his ass. The place Kitty suggested seemed like a fine place to prove otherwise: The Green Maid.
He’d done a lot of construction work on it it, back in the day when when Galia owned it. He’d left to avoid being around the alcohol. Now, he would be purchasing his first drink in years. Obi was looking forward to it.
He had not seen Kitty since her return from England. He had a lot of exciting things to share. Kitty would be incredibly jealous. He was already smiling as he entered the pub and searched the room for her. There was even a little bounce to his step, which probably looked very silly on him.
The Green Maid was one of the few bars Kitty actually knew well. There were some others owned by people on the net but for taking Obi she wanted a place she was familiar with. The place formorly owned by Gaila and once again owned by Varric seemed to run itself these days, though mostly that was the efforts of the french cook, Josephine.
The front was painted with an irishwoman in green and one entire wall on the inside was a beautiful landscape painting. Kitty looked up from where she was hunched over her phone at a booth wand waved him over. She noted the bounce in his step.
"Did you get laid?"
Well, that question certainly wasn't getting an answer. Not without a few drinks. Obi slid into the seat across from her. "Oh, Kitty. And to think I missed you." He looked around the bar, as if he had not noticed any of the finer details on the way in. "This is a nice place. Rotten neighborhood, though."
"You know you did," She replied, cheerfully. "Order whatever you want. I recommend the whiskey or scotch. Straight from overseas! And yeah, the neighborhood is the dumps, but the clientel is nice. At least since all the midget invasions stopped."
He cocked an eyebrow and was almost afraid to ask, but it came out
anyway. "Midgets?"
"There was apparently a little person with a grudge against Scotty," Kitty explained as if this was a completely natural thing. She grinned, and flagged down a waitress, who was threatening to pop out of her top, "Two whiskeys!"
At this point in his life, Obi-Wan was quite nearly a gentleman, as so he managed to keep his eyes in his skull as the woman bent unnecessarily low over the table to jot down their order. He smiled pleasantly and waited for her to go before shooting Kitty an amused look. Then he folded his arms and leaned forward. "So, guess who I recieved a fencing lesson from today."
"Uh, Darth Bane?" Kitty joked, knowing that was unlikely, as hilarious as that sounded to her. It would be like Darth Vader training Revan or something equally absurd. Her eyes were drawn to the waitress, then she shifted them as she caught herself staring.
His smile was quickly becoming rather sly. Besides, he found it very funny that Kitty was more easily distracted by breasts than he. Then again, he had never been a breast man. Legs, however--that was another thing entirely. "Meetra Surik," he said, almost smug.
Legs (or one and a half legs as it were with Xi'an), breasts, neck. Shoulder. Kitty really liked to nibble on shoulders. She appreciated the full female form, and the male form. Obi had wonderful shoulders, actually.
Kitty straightened, "No way, seriously?! The Exile?" That was way more awesome than Darth Bane. In some ways more awesome than Revan, because Surik was a woman, and Star Wars tended to be testosterone heavy - at least Jedi-wise.
Objectively, Obi would have to agree; subjectively, however, he had known the Order to be a place of great equality between men and women, an even playing field. He had never seen the point in quibbling over gender. Except, of course, when it came to who he happened to be attracted to. And Dani had an exceptional set of legs. Not to mention a beautiful face and personality that really did make him quiver.
"I know, right?" He paused while the well-endowed waitress returned with their drinks. "She and I met and she just offered. Kitty, I thought I was going to die."
Kitty would believe that, and be relieved by it. At least most Jedi women didn't run around in glorified spandex swimsuits. The outfit Psylocke wore was positively obscene. Kitty once again wondered why she hadn't realized she was bi. She always attributed that feeling to jealousy of everyone else's looks.
Her face broke into another grin, "Just like that, out of the blue?"
(He did not know this Psylocke, but if he ever encountered her... he might have rightfully deserved a slap from Dani immediately following.)
Obi lifted his glass and gave it a swirl. “Well, I was hinting around that I might like one. Just not then and there. But I take it you’re well aware of her two-saber technique. I let her use mine to try it out. I think she was really grateful afterward, and perhaps that’s why she offered.” He took a sip. “Mm, good choice.”
With the legs on that woman, the slap would have been worth it. Then there was Ororo, and Jean of course, but Jean was relatively modest when it came to her costumes.
"She uses two? Huh. In the game you kind of get to pick if she uses one, two, or a double... I don't remember what she did in the book. It may have been a personal preference that was never really...written down, if you get what I mean."
Kitty tipped her drink back, taking a quick slug of it, then set it back on the table, "That was nice of you. Did she seem that strong in the force?"
He did know what she meant. Clearly, he was a fully integrated person with interests and preferences that were not always recorded. At least, he liked to think so.
“I’d say she did,” Obi said, taking another drink. “But she also seemed very insecure about her power; more so than I was.” His word choice was somewhat telling. “But she and I have similarities in our histories, or pasts, or whathaveyou.”
Well, interest in an attractive Native American women probably wasn't mentioned in any Star Wars novel. Kitty nodded her head, "Powers seem to be related to how much we remember. Xi'an is missing a lot of pieces and I don't think her power set has materialized. I started remembering everything and my powers seemed to have reached full strength. What kind of similarities?"
Sometimes for Obi, it was difficult to separate what he remembered from what he was already familiar with. It seemed to be a matter of how real or personal the memories felt. In his case, he would say he remembered everything now, too; and yet, there were still a lot of blank years. That he could not really explain.
He smiled a sad sort of smile. What he and Meetra had in common was a great deal of suffering, but he didn't particularly want to talk about sad things. "You should know, better than I, Ms. Gamer." Obi finished his drink and cleared his throat in a manly drinking kind of way. "So, tell me about London."
Sad things were on the bottom of Kitty's chat list, too. Just thinking about sad things was enough to get her to take another swig of her whiskey. No beer today. Hard stuff.
She flashed a grin at Obi, brightening at the subject change, "It was just as wonderful as I remembered. Got to build some new memories. The kids loved it. We took in more than just the gymnastics, too." She actually blushed a bit, "Like beach volleyball."
Kitty was really making him laugh tonight, drinks or none. Still, he signaled for two more. "I honestly didn't catch much of any of it. I tuned in for some of the woman's gymnastics, but I've been working like a dog. And Dani's been going through some stuff, so..." Uh oh, the alcohol was already talking. "Just adjusting to the whole...mutant... thing."
"Perv," Kitty replied cheerfully. She was already buzzed, and as an afterthought ordered some chicken wings to help deal with the buzz, so she wouldn't be entirely smashed.
"She okay? I worry about her sometimes. Well all of them really. God knows being an X-man was one crisis after another, yanno?" She finished her glass, taking the second eagerly, "S'traumatic. And then getting targetted like that.. Maybe she needs to..needs to get out more."
Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow. Yes, he was a perv for watching a women's sporting event. Not the woman sitting across from him, looking down another woman's shirt.
But his smile faltered, as the new round was placed before them, and their empty glasses gathered. He stared down into the amber liquid. "I agree. I..." He paused, seemingly to frown and sigh. "She's doing better, but it's a slow process. It's... very difficult, watching someone you care about in pain... " Wanting to fix it, but knowing you can't.
Kitty was joking, mostly. She felt herself sobering up and fought it with a long gulp. She put the whiskey down again as the world grew fuzzy, "I'm sorry. Sometimes you have to wait for them to be ready. Other times you gotta force the issue, dependin' on what's actually going on. I know for me it was just..holding Xi'an and being held and talkin' through it for both of us. What..what happened to her over there. What happened to me. An' Dani...had it just as hard. Harder in some ways."
He nodded thoughtfully, still looking sad. His relationship with Dani was quickly becoming the center of his world, which was dizzying and wonderful, but still a difficult adjustment in an of itself. That sounded frightfully unromantic, but it was the truth. And they were both unpacking a lot of emotional baggage. Nothing about them being a couple was especially normal.
“And there’s the added complication of me being me and she being she,” he said, almost trying to lighten the mood with a little joke.
It was adorable, and Kitty was generally ecstatic for him. Besides, someone needed to tap that. It was a crime that neither Obi nor Dani were being tapped, in her estimation, thus they could solve the problem by tapping each other.
Satisfied with this conclusion, Kitty ordered another drink, "Well yes. You gotta...something something darkside. No that's not right." She squinted at her glass, "We should try the brandy!"
He wrinkled his nose. “My god, are you drunk already?”
Kitty giggled and held out four fingers, "I've had three already! And it's strong stuff. I should stop though, I don't want the hangover I had after the drinking game...."
Ah, so Kitty had been pre-gaming, as it were. Obi finished his second drink and considered what he wanted for his third. He was only just starting to feel a little warm. “What drinking game is that?”
"Take a shot every time Kristen Stewert doesn't have an expression in Twilight," She replied, snickering. "The Lord of the Rings drinking game is less deadly."
He shook his head. “I’ve never seen Twilight. What’s the Lord of the Rings one?”
"Uh..." She struggled to remember, then started to tick off on her fingers, "When someone drinks, twice if it's a hobbit, three times if it's Gimli, if he belches drink the whole bottle. Drink if Frodo says 'oh Sam'. Drink if Aragorn and Boromir have an argument. A black rider appears. You speak along with the dialogue."
There was more, but she couldn't really remember what.
He giggled at the *oh Sam* part. Honestly, he was feeling a bit more than just warm at this point. Come on. Giggling? “God, I am so old. I played drinking games with... radio... or something...”
"Oh come on." She punched him in the arm, "What about..what about Mr. Ed?"
Obi rolled with the punch. “Charlie Chaplin movies. Drink every time the words he says don’t match the cards. Finish the bottle if you can see him swearing.”
"......." Kitty pointed at Obi, "We...we have to do that for really reals!"
Only she was pointing to Obi’s left.
He narrowed his eyes. The alcohol was having something of an effect on his ability to read her thoughts, which wasn’t a bad thing. Still, he had to twist around in his seat. “Do what?” He didn’t see a thing.
“Charlie Chaplin drinking game!” She replied excitedly!
Obi was still trying to figure out what she was pointing at, but then it finally clicked. He shook his head. Maybe he would hold off on his third for a while, while Kitty sobered up. It wasn’t a race, after all. “Actually, I never really played innocent games like that. My drinking games were always of the truth-or-dare sort.” He spoke matter-of-factly.
The food would help, as would regulating her intake. Really, Kitty was just generally in a good mood and enthusiastic about everything lately. Although she wasn't quite drunk enough to elaborate on why.
Obi would be one of the first she told when she was ready, though.
"This I have to hear."
“Hear what?” he asked. “The rules?” He knew what she was getting at, but he too was not drunk enough. Really, he was barely even buzzed. He was twice Kitty’s size, at least. It would many more drinks to catch up to her level of intoxication.
The food she’d ordered arrived then. Obi took the pause in the conversation to slip out his phone and type a quick message to Dani.
Obi-Wan: >>Kitty is in rare form
Kitty was doing her best to help. She ordered Obi another drink, and then dug into the food gratefully, "The rules. And what happened, duh."
"It was a long time ago," he said, his eyes rolling upward as if he couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. But there was enough alcohol in his system now to cloud his judgement just a tad. And Obi tended to do foolish things when he drank. "They were games meant to get you very drunk and then you'd start saying and doing things you'd never say or do sober. It was back when I was in school. It was the opposite of the Jedi Temple experience."
Dani: >>Oh is she? Is she calling you a dick for the anakin stuff again?
Obi-Wan: >>No, she’s just very hyperactive
Obi-Wan: >>I think she’s had a bit to drink before I arrived
"Once again I regret missing the proper college experience," Kitty replied, plopping her head onto the table and snerking, "Too young to drink, or smoke, or really relate with most of the people around me. Missed out on that college experimentation stage, too." She rolled her head and grinned at Obi, before picking herself up and trying to shake her head sober. It only made things spin a bit, "I was pretty much done with college when most people were starting."
Dani: >>I don’t recall many instances where that girl could hold her liquor.
Dani: >>So I hope you call her a cab.
Obi smiled at the face of his phone. He lifted his eyes back to Kitty. “Well, I went in a bit older than most. I had a late start, moving from the foster system to private school. More than a little rough, but you can imagine. I was a fifteen-year-old freshman.”
Obi-Wan: >>I might have to call her a forklift
Kitty wasn't that bad off. But it was true, her alcohol tolerance wasn't as good a she thought it was. But she wasn't so out of it that she didn't notice the texting, "What're doing there, I see you." Point!
Dani: >>Maybe you should just get a wheelbarrow and dump her into your camry that way
"Stop that!" Kitty tried to grab for his phone, crawling over the table as she did so.
It wasn’t a panic, but Obi-Wan impulsively lifted his free hand and executed a gentle Force Push, meaning to press Kitty back into her seat. What he saw, however, was his drink tipping over. His aim appeared to be slightly off. He was then forced to abandon both his phone and his eye on Kitty, to keep the drink from spilling.
No! Not the drink! Kitty was relieved that it was saved. And she also had Obi's phone. In victory, she sent a text to Dani!
"Obi-wan">> I want u 2 have my babies
Dani: >>So you keep saying
He reached across the table to snatch the phone back. “Don’t you dare, Kitty. Kitty! Why do cats never listen?”
"Obi-wan">> Want 2 noms on u
She started giggling hysterically even as the phone was snatched back. It could probably be worse. Most likely.
Dani: >>That’s new. Really? Get over here then.
As he scrolled back up through the messages, Obi’s face actually blanched. He looked back up at Kitty, his jaw beginning to tighten. Of all the things she could have sent! His only reassurance was Kitty’s word choice. He never would use numbers in place of words. Or the term *noms*, whatever the hell that meant.
“Kitty, I’m trying to make sure this woman doesn’t think I’m desperate to have kids right now. After...” His voice trailed off. He shook his head. “Och...”
Obi-Wan: >> Clearly, that wasn’t me
Dani: >>Damn, you don’t want to nom on me?
Dani: >>Say Hi to Kitty for me, by the way. Tell her she texts like a 2 year old.
“What does noms even mean?” Obi asked aloud, still looking more disturbed than relieved.
"Noms,” Kitty said, like she was a college professor educating a classroom on advanced physics. "Are where one eats something. Nomming on a sammich. Nomming on a friend's shoulder. Nomming on one's lover."
The skin around his eyes softened a bit. Obi looked down and the phone and shrugged. “...Oh. Well, maybe. But...” He shook his head again, and the motion was more jerky this time. He needed a drink. Good thing he had one!
>>Obi-Wan: >>Maybe I do
Obi-Wan: >>But that’s beside the point
Kitty smiled happily, proud to profess the wonders of noms, "There's this spot on Xi'an's thigh...."
Dani: >>I guess you also don’t want to have my babies. I’m going to sit at home now, disappointed and sad. Oh wait. It’d be me having them anyway. Thank god I’m not ready for that yet.
Obi smiled at the phone. He breathed a little sigh of relief that sounded like a chuckle. As for Kitty, he held a finger up to stop her where she was.
He picked up his drink and started on it while slipping the phone back into his pocket. “Fortunately, you type like an idiot. Dani knew in a second it wasn’t me.”
"It's so awesome..." Kitty finished. "I'll bet Dani has a spot. There's this spot I like. Right where butt meets leg, there's this curve there..." Kitty. Being a wingman long distance.
She held up her hand in protest, "I only type like an idiot when I do so on purpose!"
Obi was still drinking as he began to chuckle. He choked a bit. “Yeah, maybe one day I’ll find the spot,” he said. He had to laugh at himself.
"Oh..oh. that OTHER spot." Kitty started. Then she started laughing.
Perhaps unexpectedly--well, it was always unexpected when he laughed outright--Obi laughed so abruptly that his drink splatted against his beard. “Oh, God... Kitty!”
That only served to set Kitty off more, and she pressed her hands into her sides as stitches started to develop from the laughter, "Obi..oh god Oh god oh god..!"
He had to place his drink down to keep from spilling it. Both his palms were on the table then, as he doubled over. Obi had a ringing laugh, when he let it fly. He sounded almost jolly. Perhaps it was just a relief to laugh about something he felt so wound up about lately. He felt disarmed. Now, he couldn’t help himself to do anything but laugh.
It was a beautiful laugh, and interacted wonderfully with Kitty's hearty laughter. She slapped her palm on the table until hearty gave way to softer giggles. She lifted her head and gave him a dazzling, drunk smile.
Obi fell back against the cushion of the booth. One of his hands fell upon his abdomen. He used it to regulate his breath. “Woo,” he sighed. Woo indeed. “The elusive spot.” His voice was more of a murmur. He finished his drink.
"Woo, you just have to rub around until you feel it." Kitty agreed, before dissolving into another fit of giggles, "It huuurts!"
Finally, she felt like she had settled down enough to pick up her drink again, "Okay..okay...we have to do this again."
He snorted at that. Yes, snorted.
“How are you getting home?” he asked. Maybe he would need that wheelbarrow after all.
“I took a cab here,” She replied, snickering. “Don’t trust my bike in this neighborhood!”
“I’m wondering if I should drive,” he mused aloud. Probably not. Maybe he would take a quick nap in his car, first. It wasn’t too late, and Obi wasn’t particularly scared of the neighborhood. He’d grown up in worse.
"Come..come with me. Cab can drop you off I'll even pay!" She pawed at Obi's arm, as if to emphasize her point. It wasn't like she couldn't afford it and why would she leave a friend out to dry?
He stretched his back with a manly sounding grunt. “What, and leave my car here?”
"Touche, Mr. Jedi. Touche." She pointed a finger at the Obi standing next to him. "In payment, we gotta do that Chaplin drinking game."
Twin Obi-Wan’s, eh? What a lucky young lady.
He looped his arm through hers and dropped some money on the table. The waitress with the enormous breasts was nearby, and Obi gestured to the table so that she would know the money was there. “Of course,” he said to Kitty. “Whatever you want.”
Kitty felt this urge to dip her hand down the waitress's top, but she fought it successfully. Proud of herself, she let Obi half carry half lead her out of the bar.
It had been a good day.