Obi-Wan Kenobi (ex_negotiato813) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2007-08-15 09:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | obi-wan kenobi, prompt #09 |
Prompt #9: Laughter
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Two Jedi walk into a bar...
No, truly. I cannot help a modest chuckle when Anakin and I cross the threshold into some smoky tavern on lowest level Coruscant, one that no law-abiding citizen would frequent, and every denizen within blows away their glitterstim dust or reaches for their blasters. Sometimes both. That reaction is a bit of a thrill, I admit, though it says terrible things about the Order. Are we Jedi nothing now but the long arms of the Republic?
Still, the looks on their faces as we demand the most rotgut drinks available only feeds my amusement. Sometimes we "drink" on the Order's behalf, and the alcohol disappears by sleight of hand. More often it burns all the way down. If I can stand by the third glass, their amazement is sure to set me grinning. If, on the other hand, I must lean heavily on Anakin's arm by the time we leave...
There's nothing like it: my head lolling back as he flies us up and up and home, the glitter of Coruscant so far above, the stars above the planet visible only from the gutter. In those moments, real laughter finally comes, inevitable. The war does not exist. The Order does not exist. The past does not exist, nor the future. There is only one breath in my lungs at a time, one heartbeat per instant, and the best and most reckless pilot in all the quadrants at my side, bitching about my irresponsibility for a change.
And I can't help but laugh. I can't.
I don't want to.
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I just realized how often I've mentioned drinking here. That's not meant to imply... hmph. It doesn't mean anything.
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