Title: HSU: Scotch and Confusion
By: Judy
Rating: GG (General Guilt)
Time: Post Swashbuckle This
Archive: Yes please!
Notes: Okay, so I'm feeling kinda guilty about swooning and drooling over the OG and not paying enough attention to our GK. Thankfully Emmy went and created a new list thereby assuaging a lot of that guilt, but still...
Also, if you've read Rogue Planet yet (or skimmed the Obi parts like me!), you'll recognize some "insights" into Obi's character. :-)

"I'm so confused." General Obi-Wan Kenobi shook his head slowly, his arms crossed on the bar top. His brow furrowed in that really sexy way and Judy bit her lip--hard. She felt guilty. Here the General was, laying his troubles at her feet, and what had she been doing today? Spying on Emmy's new "security guard" down at the mine. Well, she and Kendra actually. The new freshman had been more than eager to tag along.

And now Judy was getting the furrowed brow. That was serious. Obi-Wan was deeply troubled by something. Taking a breath, she picked up a glass and began to casually wipe it out.

"What is it this time, Obi-Wan? Or should I ask who?"

The General quirked a wry smile. "Well, if you're asking if it's Emmy or Diebin, the answer is yes. And Darry too. And my padawan."

Judy didn't blink at the Emmy, Diebin, and Darry part, but the last one...

"Your padawan?" Now it was her turn to be confused. The General didn't have a padawan, at least not that she was aware. "I didn't know..."

"Yes, well, Anakin Skywalker is my padawan and he's just returned from the Temple, although I have this strange thought that I'd enrolled him in Wanker College, but that surely can't be right." The brow furrowed again. Damn, that was sexy on him. Judy fought the urge to yell "stop it!" before she dropped glasses all over the place. But that would only confuse the poor man more.

"Why would you have enrolled him at WC if he's your padawan?"

"That's just it. I don't know. Diebin says I've been brainwashed, but that's absurd, and then Emmy threw her tiara at me...It's been a very trying week." The General sighed and took a sip from his scotch and water ("heavy on the scotch"). General Kenobi knew there had to be a reasonable explanation for all this but damned if he could think of it. He liked things neat and orderly, damnit! Was that too much to ask? At HSU, apparently yes. His Grrls didn't know the meaning of the word 'orderly'. He was learning to deal with the madness, and yet, some days, he felt like his Grrls were slipping away. That he wasn't up to the challenge of dealing with, fighting with, and yes, loving them all. He told his bartender as much.

"You're one of my Grrls too, Judith darling. Are we all growing apart here?" His worried look gave Judy pause. She'd never seen the General this down before. Angry, yes. Tired, certainly. Sad, of course. But not depressed, not like this. Now, she felt even more guilty about her OG longings.

She leaned over on the bar and looked the General square in the eye. "Of course not! Don't be silly. We love you!" At his look of disbelief, Judy reached out and grabbed his shoulders. "We do! Even Emmy and Diebin, and yes, even Darry, in her own inimitable way! If you don't believe me, go ask them! Go on!" Judy pointed at the door.

Obi-Wan looked hard at Judy, considering her words. Judy tried to remain upright. His face finally softened into a warm smile. "Thank you. I guess even I need to hear those words every once in a while." He looked almost embarrassed. Then reaching out slowly he caressed Judy's cheek. "You're the best personal bartender a fellow could ever hope to have," he said in that soft, elegant voice. He leaned closer.

Judy willed herself to breathe. He was so close... and it had been so long what with his no appointment policy...

The General found himself nearly dragged over the bar as Judy pulled him down for a hot, wet kiss. His hands had twined in her hair when the sound of a throat being cleared loudly penetrated their lust-induced haze. The person coughed again and Judy and the General jumped apart guiltily. Judy peered over the General's left shoulder at the hated intruder.

"Umm...Master...Didn't you say we had saber practice now?" It was the padawan. The one and only Anakin. The tall, blond kid was standing in the doorway dressed in all his Jedi Padawan tunic finery. Judy immediately hated him.

"Yes, of course, padawan," Obi-Wan was once again in his full Jedi Knight mode. He glanced back at the bartender. "Thank you again, m'dear. Perhaps you can make a virgin drink for Anakin sometime. He's underage still."

"Master!" Anakin was turning bright red, but Obi-Wan just chuckled and winked at Judy.

The bartender did her best to clamp down on her frustration and smiling super-sweet at Anakin, said, "Why sure, anytime. Just stop by Anakin and I'll make you a Shirley Temple," while at the same time thinking, 'Go away, wanker boy! You're not wanted here!'

Anakin nervously looked over at his master. "Can we go practice now?" Obi-Wan nodded serenely.

And with that, the two Jedi were gone. Judy resumed wiping glasses as she mulled over what had just transpired. The kid had to go. That much was certain. He was inexorably pulling the General away. But how to get rid of the twerp? Maybe it was time to convene a War Council. Perhaps the Other General could be of use...

The End