FIC: A Jedi Mind Trick - Anakin, Obi-Wan - PG
TITLE: A Jedi Mind Trick
AUTHOR: agentj / agentjedi
CHALLENGE: 50episodes
CLAIM: Obi-Wan Kenobi
TABLE/PROMPT: 3; #09 Champagne
RATING: PG
DATE WRITTEN: some scraps of dialogue and names of GFFA drinks 2005, rest August 2007
TIMEFRAME: During Clone Wars
SUMMARY: A quiet moment between friends during the war.
CONTENT WARNING: drinking
WORD COUNT: 539

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"Jedi Mind Trick."

Obi-Wan grimaced and turned away in disgust. "I don't know how you can stomach those."

"What's wrong with a Jedi Mind Trick?"

"Other than its name?" Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow at his friend. "It tastes like hyperdrive lubricant."

Anakin chuckled. "And you've tasted enough to know...?"

"Well, certainly, my very young friend. Just remember—I was a senior padawan while you were still in diapers!"

Pointing an accusing finger, Anakin responded, "I resent that remark!"

"You resemble it, friend!" Obi-Wan retorted with a smirk tugging at his lips as the barkeep returned with their drinks.

Obi-Wan lifted his tumbler of bright blue liquid, then stopped to observe Anakin arms gripping the countertop as he stared down at his shot glass from which grey fumes rose and curled.

"Well?" prompted Obi-Wan. "Go ahead."

Anakin glowered at Obi-Wan with a warning glance, then he straightened and took the drink in his mechanical hand. He regarded it silently for another moment more before he finally lifted it to his lips and threw back the drink in one gulp.

Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin's face twisted in a painful grimace. The young man slapped his flesh hand against the countertop and squeezed his eyes closed to stop the tears from escaping.

"See? I told you!" Obi-Wan laughed at his friend.

Anakin nodded and pointed at Obi-Wan who took a sip of his drink. "I may choose a drink by its name, but you—you've got a terrible sweet tooth!"

Obi-Wan smacked his lips. "What do you mean?"

"Denebrian Sunrise. Nubian Sweet Water. Alderanni Wine."

Obi-Wan shrugged and replied before savouring another sip. "So? I like sweet drinks."

Anakin leaned closer, a playful smirk struggling to hide away on his face. "I think you like the sweet drinks because you can't handle the harder ones." His voice purred tauntingly.

With mock indignance, Obi-Wan slapped his drink back to the counter. The crease between his brow became more prominent as he stared up at his friend. Obi-Wan turned and called, "Barkeep! A Jedi Mind Trick."

Anakin chuckled as the barkeep went to fill Obi-Wan's order, but the older man refused to look again on his friend. The barkeep returned with another shot glass and eyed the two warily, but said nothing.

Obi-Wan stared down at the noxious toxin before him. Still chuckling, Anakin leaned one arm on the counter while twinkling his mechanical fingers in Obi-Wan's field of vision.

"Stop it," Obi-Wan grumbled as he lightly pushed aside Anakin's arm. This only caused Anakin to smile wider.

With a deep breath, Obi-Wan steeled himself for the inevitable. He grabbed the drink in his fist and threw it to the back of his throat without thinking. Suddenly, the Jedi Master was racked with a serious coughing fit as he choked back tears.

Anakin laughed out loud and slapped his friend on the back.

"That was disgusting!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, his voice hoarse. He blanched again. "That tasted worse than droid bath oil!" Obi-Wan made a few more faces as he gulped down his blue concoction to wash away the taste of the previous one.

With a surprised look, Anakin mocked, "So that's what's where Artoo's lubricant has been disappearing to!"

"Oh, shut up," Obi-Wan mumbled.

( Other scenes from Obi-Wan Kenobi's life. )