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Still thinking about sex, he slid out of his chair and, concentrating hard on not falling, wobbled over to the sofa and sat down next to Anakin. Part one of the plan – getting closer to Anakin: success Now, about the next step… Anakin’s arm draped over his shoulder, and he smiled.
“Hey, Horny-Wan, Anakin and I were talking! You can’t interrupt like that”, Quinlan complained, removing the umbrella from his hair and waving it about.
“You’re just jealous because Mace won’t fuck you”, Anakin retorted. Quinlan slumped.
“He’s just playing hard to get”, he muttered and folded his arms with a “hrmph”. Anakin and Obi-Wan laughed in unison. Obi-Wan, feeling helpful (and maybe, just maybe, wanted to get rid of Quilan so he could put the next part of his plan to fuck Anakin into motion) said: “You may want to try and be nice to him, for once, and let him take control. He likes that, you know. So, get your ass over to his place and play your cards…” What’s the word again? Straight? Right? Out? Frngnfgn? Ah, screw it, “and… do whatever. You’ll see.” The Kiffar Master beamed, and jumped for the door, throwing a “thanks, Drunky-Wan, see you” over his shoulder as he disappeared into the night, no doubt heading for Mace’s apartment.
Part two of the plan – getting rid of Quinlan: success.
more to come soon.