This fic is rated: PG
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: 7 or 8 before TPM
Summary: Obi-Wan shouldn't have taken all those sips
For
tpm's prompt: intoxication
Warnings: excessive consumption of adult beverages
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted
were_lemur,
skywalker_days,
My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
The men were passing the drinking-skin and drinking deeply, and it would have been rude, Obi-Wan thought, to refuse. So every time it came his way he took just as deep a swallow, despite the fact that it burned its way down and tasted like something he'd get from the Healers.
By the time Qui-Gon finished negotiating their passage, the room was spinning around him and everything seemed quite amusing.
Qui-Gon saw him, and sighed. "I can see that there are areas of your education that have been sadly neglected. And the next lesson, I'm afraid, will be the hangover."