Hotel room of some handwavey number. The one with Rory in it. [afternoon]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was wiped out. The feeling of foreboding he'd had for the last few days hadn't gone away and was not being helped at all by adding a hangover and a hefty dose of portal-lag into the mix.

Nothing was going to keep him from the wedding, though. He let himself into the room and wondered if he'd be able to catch a nap before the rehearsal.

[OOC: In a shocking change for them, this is going NSFW.]