"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin was wiped out. The feeling of foreboding he'd had for the last few days hadn't gone away and was not being helped at all by adding a hangover and a hefty dose of portal-lag into the mix.

Nothing was going to keep him from the wedding, though. He let himself into the room and wondered if he'd be able to catch a nap before the rehearsal.

[OOC: In a shocking change for them, this is going NSFW.]

Anakin was in his office tinkering with his three-dimension map of his galaxy between emails to John. The Dantooine system had gone all blurry on him.

The door was propped open and Tatooine cantina music was playing.

All I Ask Of You - Phantom of the Opera