"I'm sorry, Atian. I'd better not."

Atian looked at him searchingly. "You're not just saying that because your Master said you had to finish your lessons, are you? Because you and I both know you aren't the sort to stay out of trouble." The unkind words were accompanied by a smile.

Obi-Wan had never gotten into serious trouble -- tendencies towards serious trouble got Padawans reassigned to the Agri-Corps, if the tendencies weren't simply trained out of students. But that didn't stop all trouble, and Obi-Wan and Atian both knew that sneaking out to a party wouldn't be entirely unexpected.

But he shook his head. "No, Atian. I just don't want to see the look on my Master's face when he finds out tomorrow morning that I've gotten none of my lessons done."

The other Padawan nodded knowingly. "Oh, yeah. The 'Jedi Master Disappointed Scowl.' I don't blame you." He grinned. "Catch you next later, then, Obi-Wan," Atian said as he headed out.

Obi-Wan watched him go, then turned his attention back to his disrupted mediation. With a sigh, he stood, and left the room. There were lessons waiting.

And there were still lightsaber drills with his Master that afternoon. Obi-Wan sighed again -- perhaps he should beg out of them. Burying himself in history texts which he couldn't concentrate on might be safer than getting singed and then questioned by his Master.

Obi begs out of lightsaber practise.

Obi goes to lightsaber practise.