(Untitled)

[sin_and_misery]

Vader sulked up to the bar.

It was clear he had settled in for a good night's brooding, nursing a drink with a long straw in it while his cape formed a huge black puddle around him.

Comments

[taughttolisten]

And, oddly enough, Obi-Wan seemed to be interested in doing exactly the same. He moved up to the bar to order a drink, almost shoulder to shoulder with Vader.

And... pretty much no judgement there.

[sin_and_misery]

From behind the mask, Vader shot him a poisonous glare.

"What do you want?" he snarled. "I am in no mood to indulge you today."

[taughttolisten]

"The only person here who should indulge me is the bartender," Obi-Wan muttered, drumming his fingers on the bar. "I'm here for a drink."

[sin_and_misery]

"You are here," Vader bit off, sipping his straw, "for the torment of some unseen being. The addition of alcohol is the only comfort is this miserable place. We are being punished."