Anakin never enjoyed being dragged around by Obi-Wan, it made him feel like a youngling, unable to make his own decisions.

His Master would often chide him to take their outings more seriously. They were ‘knights of the Republic’ with a ‘sworn duty to serve the public in whatever means necessary’. All of which sounded like over-complicated nonsense, that he usually tended to just tune out.

Now, of all places, they were in a Coruscant nightclub, where they were supposed to be looking for intel on tracking down the mysterious assassin who had tried to attack their friend, Padmé.

Anakin had followed rather petulantly at first, but he found himself getting used to it now. The swirling neon lights that pulsated across the dim nightclub, patrons laughing and drinking at the bar while scantily-clad girls danced along the illuminated stage.

A terrible scenario for his hormones, but an excellent view for him.