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[darkforcerising]

"There's a bar around the corner," he said, catching that a key stroke hit dissonant.

"I'll buy you an actual beer. They already know I drink rootbeer."

[neverjedi]

He nodded, slightly and put his hands in his pockets and started walking. "You don't actually look anywhere near that young, and I don't actually need a beer though I'll take it. I just can't not be careful with that sort of thing."

It was an apology, yes.

[darkforcerising]

“It’s fine,” Anakin said, letting his smile be easy.

“I’ll even stop committing crimes when I’m with you to make it easier on you tonight.”

[neverjedi]

"Oh, now that's a step entirely too far. What are we supposed to do for fun if you aren't committing crimes?"

Drinking rootbeer with a chess partner.

Anakin's life was clearly prone toward -

Actually he had no idea, but not criminal activity.

[darkforcerising]

“Oh,” Anakin said, reaching into his pocket for his phone. “I’ll text my dealer for...” He looked at Obi-Wan, affected dead serious. “What are you in the mood for?”

[neverjedi]

"Black forest cake and coffee." Yeah, he was clearly taking that really seriously. He put his hand on Anakin's back when they got to the bar, and pulled the door open with his other hand.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin nodded, typing (into the notes function of his phone) as he walked into the bar, "Pervitin and heroin. Be here in a half an hour. Strap in for a roller coaster evening with those highs and lows."

[neverjedi]

He grimaced, though it was playful. "No, thank you. I like my heart beating. I think I'll stick with highballs rather than speed-balls." And in this case, he was going to be the guy drinking coffee in a bar, because Anakin was drinking rootbeer and this was all very wholesome and adorable.

And somewhat interesting just for that, strange trips over demanding ID and all.

[darkforcerising]

Wholesome and adorable - Anakin would find that amusing.

"Are you a traditionalist, whiskey-only person or do you accept the modern trends of using other liquors?" Just because he didn't drink now, that didn't mean he didn't know his alcohol.

They reached the bar. "Nikki," Anakin caught the bartender's attention. "Rootbeer and..." He turned to Obi-Wan to give his order.

[neverjedi]

"I accept modern trends, I prefer whiskey and-" To Nikki, with a really warm smile, "I'm having coffee. We'll be the best behaved customers you have all day."

Knowing alcohol and avoiding it said something. That something could be one of several things, but they all meant that he wasn't going to drink in Anakin's presence, at least not at this point.

[darkforcerising]

"What?" Anakin said, his tone mocking, his expression shocked, but also mocking. "I have to behave also?"

The bartender rolled his eyes - used to Anakin by now - and went to get them their order.

"You like rules, don't you?"

[neverjedi]

He snorted with amusement, somehow making even that just a tiny bit elegant, when Anakin teased both him and the bartender.

He considered the question, fairly seriously. "I always like to know what the rules are. I usually follow them, but even when I don't I would vastly prefer it be a conscious decision."

A pause: "Close enough to a useful answer?"

[darkforcerising]

Nikki came back with their drinks. Anakin grabbed his and nodded towards a table. He was still too new at this half an arm thing to risk the high stools. It was little things like that, balance on a stool, that he'd never thought about before losing his arm. And now he had to think about them constantly.

"It was an answer. Anything you said would have been useful. When was the last time you broke a rule?" Was it j-walking, Obi-Wan? Amuse Anakin.

[neverjedi]

He took his coffee and followed Anakin toward a table, taking the seat across from him. He preferred the table, too, for a few reasons. One of those reasons was relative privacy.

"I asked you out." His tone is dry, but partially because he hadn't meant to.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was not expecting that answer, but it still amused him.

"There's a story behind that one," he said. "I'm a rule that shouldn't be broken?"

[neverjedi]

"Overall, I prefer to only break people when my job requires it," he said, extremely dryly. "In my leisure time I'd much rather be broken."

Sorry, Anakin, it was right there and he couldn't resist.

"Asking people out is something I prefer to be a bit more aware that I'm doing. I can't say I regret it?" he offered, over the rim of his mug.

[darkforcerising]

"Are you saying I throw you off your game?" Anakin said, wiggling his eyebrows.

[neverjedi]

"Literally when you insist on playing the game at the speed of light." He rolled his eyes at Anakin.

Chess. He means chess.

"So, let's play another one: Tell me something about you that I don't already know?'

[darkforcerising]

“That is a legitimate way to play the game- and, I gave you a choice at the start.”

Anakin liked that game, he did not like this next one. He didn’t like talking about himself for various reasons, not the least of which were his are and why it was like that.

“Is this were I get to insert a joke about you being FBI and must already know everything about me?”

[neverjedi]

"You can make the joke if you'd like, but I don't know anything about you that you haven't already told me. I only know how old you are because you already told me. That would be..." He looks for a rude. "Unfair."

[darkforcerising]

Yes, it would be unfair if Obi-Wan used his government resources to gather information on Anakin. At least that was some very useful fundamental information about Obi-Wan’s character. Anakin liked it.

He took a drink from his rootbeer and thought about his answer. Then settled on something he was willing to reveal. Mostly because it was information. Obi-Wan could find on the Internet. So it wasn’t that much of a secret.

“I used to compete in motocross.”

[neverjedi]

He'd almost just said 'unethical, creepy as hell, and entirely inappropriate', but why use more words than necessary.

He blinked at Anakin's reply over the rim of his cup, and then realized it made sense. "So, I like rules and you like going fast." That sounded right.

A pause. "I used to competitively figure-skate and I never want that brought up again." He's not entirely joking about the 'never bring it up' bit, but only mostly.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin’s eyes lit up with delight and his phone was out before Obi-Wan could say anything.

“Aww, nothing comes up when I search ‘FBI agent figure skater.’” He frowned for added emphasis.

[neverjedi]

He takes out his own phone, does his own typing and then switches to images. The difference is his search is for 'Benjamin' Kenobi.

He passes the phone over and sure enough there are quite a few pictures of a younger him in glittery costumes, on ice, occasionally holding women up in impressive looking lists.

"You didn't think my parents actually named me Obi-Wan, did you?"

[darkforcerising]

Anakin looked even more excited.

“You were a pairs figure skater!”

He scrolled through the pictures, even selected a few to see them in more detail.

“I have so many questions.”