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“Hey, Anakin.” Ahsoka tossed her bag onto the kitchen table on her way to the fridge, seeing a hand raise in greeting from the couch. “Lux invited a few people over for the weekend, so I’m just grabbing some things before I go.” She pulled the empty pitcher out of the fridge, mentally cursing whoever didn’t refill it (and she had a pretty good idea who it was). As she sat it under the faucet to fill up, a tiny plastic cup on the side of the sink caught her eye. She’d used it as a shot glass before (Anakin knew about this, and as far as she was aware, Obi-Wan did not), but the current remnants of sticky red liquid betrayed its recent contents.
“Anakin?” She called, opening the cabinet to find a half-full bag of cough drops and a bottle of cherry flavored cold medicine with the cap askew. “Are you sick?”
“No,” came the congested reply.
“Very convincing,” she said, and grabbed their thermometer and a plastic bottle of water. “What did you catch from that party two nights ago, and do I have to be worried about your ability to survive before Obi-Wan gets home from work?” She perched on the arm of the couch and held both out to him.
Anakin snatched the thermometer from her palm and stuck it in his mouth, glaring down the length of the little stick until it beeped. “See?” He held it up for her to view. “Not too bad.”
“Not too good, either,” she said, frowning at the display. “You’re definitely sick.”
“Fine,” he sighed, then sneezed so violently that Ahsoka almost fell off the couch with surprise. He sneezed again, and Ahsoka could’ve been imagining it, but she was pretty sure she felt a fine mist of droplets against her arms. “Gross, Skyguy, now I have your germs all over me. Didn’t anyone ever teach you to sneeze into your elbow?”
Anakin grabbed the tissue box off the table and furiously wiped at his nose, apologizing so profusely that Ahsoka almost felt bad for needling him. Almost. A few years ago, she might have stayed and made sure he was feeling better, because even when they were younger, Anakin had always had a shit sense of his well-being. But this was a grown man, and Ahsoka had places to be.
“You heard me say I’m going to Lux’s for the weekend?” She trekked back to the kitchen to refill her water, deciding to rinse out the medicine cup as she scrubbed soap up to her biceps.
“Yeah,” Anakin rasped, then cleared his throat. “What kind of parents name their kid Lux?”
“Don’t really think you have any room to be judging there, Anakin .”
“Sure, Ahsoka . Not my fault mom had a unique taste in names.”
“Yeah, but then you met Obi-Wan in college, and I don’t see him complaining about that.” She grabbed a few granola bars from their small pantry and shoved them in her backpack.
“Not recently, but you should’ve seen him when he did. He got sooo high one time and went off about it—” Anakin laughed, which quickly turned into a hacking cough so deep that Ahsoka reevaluated her weekend plans.
And then she stuck her head out of the kitchen to look at her brother, because there was no way— “Obi-Wan’s been high?” She couldn’t keep the glee out of her voice.
“Uh, no,” Anakin’s eyes darted across the room, as if searching for an escape, and the grin spread across her face. “Of course not. Obi-Wan is a shining example of responsibility and drugs are, um. Bad. Drugs are bad.”
“Whatever you say, Skyguy.” She left him spluttering on the couch to grab a change of clothes and a swimsuit. After a few weeks of classes, she was ready to take advantage of the warm late summer weather and lay out by the lake for a few hours. Maybe they’d even go tubing.
Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen to find that Lux was a few minutes away from their apartment. She hurriedly threw a few more things in her bag — sunscreen, a phone charger, and after a few moments of contemplation, the novella her English professor assigned the week prior on the off chance she felt like reading.
“Okay, Ani,” she said, striding back into the main living space. “You gonna be good until Obi-Wan gets back in about…” She checked her watch. It was barely noon. “Four hours?”
“I’ll be fine,” he groaned, and she tossed him a blanket that had been strewn over a kitchen chair from her homework binge the night before. “I’ve got medicine, snacks, a lovely blanket, and access to every season of Grey’s Anatomy.”
“Oh my god, you have horrible taste.” Ahsoka picked up her apartment keys and stood by the door, mentally checking over everything she’d packed.
“Hey, it’s a good show—”
“I’ll be back Sunday night,” Ahsoka interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Hopefully you recover enough by then to watch some real television. See ya.”
As she closed and locked the door behind her, Anakin shouted something that sounded suspiciously like “don’t do drugs,” and she laughed. Lux was waiting outside, the sun was still high in the sky, and she had two entire days to destress before heading back to the monotonous routine of college classes. It had been a busy couple of weeks, and she deserved to have fun.