I tried not to wonder why my Master purposefully got himself drunk tonight. But, as I drove us back to the Temple, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
"Oh, Force…" he mumbled. I had no idea what he was talking about. "WHY?" he screamed. "WHY ME!"
Some people we passed stared at him like he was a lunatic. I didn't blame them. I mistake him for a bozo sometimes myself. I sighed as we pulled up at the steps of the Temple. I slowly led him up the stairs. He was stumbling and mumbling about Senator Amidala.
"Why are you purple?" he asked me halfway up.
"You're drunk," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. He nodded, eyes slightly crossed. I had to hold my breath not to laugh.
"I made up a (hiccup) joke," he said.
"What's red and smells like-like…blue paint?" he asked when we reached the top. I looked at him, waiting for his answer.
"Red paint," he said with a goofy smile. I smiled to make him feel like it was funny. To be honest, it was the worst joke in the universe. And I'm known for understating things. As we approached our shared quarters, he seemed to get…excited.
"Why don't we go to my place after this?" he asked, setting his messed up head on my shoulder.
"We're here," I said, opening the door. He looked surprised and then smiled at me sheepishly. He stumbled over to the refrigerator, holding onto anything for support.
"I need a drink," he mumbled.
"Oh, no you're not," I said, leading him away from the fridge. He seemed confused, but he sat on the couch next to me. I sighed, holding my aching head in my hand.
"I'm dizzy," he said. I shut my eyes and tried to relax. After a while, I heard a snoring sound. I turned to Anakin, who was fast asleep, snoring loudly, mouth wide open, head against the pillow. I slowly got up and laid a blanket over him.