You were gripping your lightsaber tightly, knuckles white and everything. You were currently in your quarters training with a few droids, your lightsaber moving in a blur of blue light, your arms strained to block the blasts coming from the droids.

You heard the sound of a door hissing open down the hall. Ignoring it, you continued training, blocking each blast with increased fervor.

The door to your quarters opened and a very obviously intoxicated Anakin stumbled in. You turned off your lightsaber and reached out to power off the training droids.

"Master?" You glance at him and attach the lightsaber to your belt with a faint click. "Hey- Padawan. I was just out with Obi-wan, drinking.. we defeated Dooku," he exclaimed.

"That's great," You reply. "Are you drunk?"

"M-maybe. You're doing great. I mentored you well.." He murmured.

You could smell the alcohol radiating off of him. Yup. Definitely intoxicated..