Room 405 [Early morning, before Criminal Justice class]

[emo_padawan]

Anakin stretched and turned on his bed just before the alarm on his chrono was set to go off

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[auroryborealis]

Rory felt a shift in the mattress and cracked an eyelid.

"Morning," she mumbled. Then her other eye popped open. "Anakin? Why am I...what...?" She jolted upright and clutched her head. "Oh, God, ow."

[emo_padawan]

Anakin grimaced as he sat up. He concentrated, raising a hand, and the mini fridge door opened.

Two bottles of water came floating across the room. He grabbed one and handed the other one to Rory.

"Morning," he replied. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to remember what happened. "There was some whining about our crappy lives last night and then there was a lot of whiskey." He cracked open his bottle of water and drained about half of it in a couple of gulps. "A whole lot of whiskey."

[auroryborealis]

"Oh," Rory groaned. "Thanks," she said, accepting the water. She gingerly lifted the blanket and peered under it. They were both fully clothed. Good sign.

"We, um. We didn't...anything, did we?" Rory asked, wincing and gesturing vaguely between them.

[emo_padawan]

"Did we..." Anakin trailed off, frowning. Then his brain began working and he blushed bright red. "Oh! Oh! No, of course not!"

There was a knock at the door.

Anakin closed his eyes and cursed in Huttese.

Then flung off the covers and padded towards the door. Maybe it was something from his Secret Santa. He was betting it wasn't, though.

[psycho_jackass]

The radio broadcasts weren't the most reliable source of information. Logan really prefered to get his news straight from the source. Which was why he was pounding knocking on Anakin's door first thing in the morning. Just for clarification.

[emo_padawan]

Anakin cracked the door open.

It was very obvious he had just rolled out of bed--his hair was sticking up all over the place.

And he was still wearing the very wrinkleds pants and undertunic of his Jedi robes. It might look like pajamas.

It might not.

"Logan," he said, pitching his voice so that anyone who might be in the room would be able to hear who was at the door.

[psycho_jackass]

"Anakin," Logan said, shoving the door fully open.

[auroryborealis]

Rory winced when Logan entered. Ohhhhh, shit.

"Um. Hi?"

[emo_padawan]

Anakin took another step closer and stared into Logan's eyes.

Obi-Wan would be yelling at him to seek a more diplomatic solution, but Anakin was hungover and cranky.

"Let's call it a feeling," he said, baring his teeth. "Plus, I believe Rory. If she thinks there might be more going on with you and Veronica than what she saw last night, there might be more going on." He crossed his arms. "Unlike last night with she and I, where there was nothing going on."

[psycho_jackass]

Logan grinned. "Well, we all know how accurate your 'feelings' are, don't we? How you were warning us about Angelus -- oh, no, wait. You were one of his minions, weren't you?"

[emo_padawan]

If Logan had spent a month researching it, he couldn't have picked a touchier subject.

Anakin's hands clenched into fists. "He fooled a lot of people," he snapped. "Because that's what he does and he's spent a lot of time getting good at it." He looked Logan up and down and snorted. "You aren't so complicated."

"And I'm a minion to no one."

[psycho_jackass]

Logan smirked. "Well, not anymore, are you?" He quirked his head at Anakin and added in a low voice, "Taught you well, didn't he?" Logan looked over at Rory. "I sure didn't expect you to backstab me."