Ben: Where did you say you're from again?
Obi-Wan: I'm from Coruscant. Gee, how many times do I have to repeat myself?
~~~~~
After several minutes of searching, the hot partly-let's-assume-Scottish trio finally found a place to drink.
Obi-Wan: Well? Can you guys read it? I certainly could not. Kriff, I'm not even from here.
Ben: The Fizz, Best Bar 'Round Edinburgh.
Christian: That sounds like an overstatement to me.
They approached the bartender's table.
Bartender: What can I get 'ya? You'll from England?
Obi-Wan: Actually I'm- (Ben covers his bearded mouth)
Ben: He's raised here in Scotland but...he moved to London when was 16. I'm sorry he's not himself today, so he has the tendency to lie a lot. Right? (nudges Obi)
Obi-Wan: Yes, you can say that. (whispers) Just what in nine Corellian Sith hells did you just tell?
Ben: (also whispers) Stick with it because you can't tell them you're from space, if you do, well, it's a sorry. Now, tell the man your order to get it over with.
The Bartender stares at them suspiciously.
Obi-Wan: (whispers) Alright, fine. But do you have to make me look like a fool? (clears throat) I'll take a pint of whiskey. (glares maliciously at Ben)
Ben: I'll have one pint too. (avoiding the Jedi's gaze)
Bartender: What 'bout you?
Christian: The strongest you got.
Bartender: Well beer's the only thing strong. And it's Scottish beer.
Christian: I'll take ten.
Obi-Wan: Woah!
Ben: Are you sure you can take it?
Christian: At least I won't be sober for a handful of hours.
The two looked at him but then decided to sit down by a window after a moment. Christian gloomily joins them.
Ben: Seriously, why do you need 10 fricking cans of beer in the middle of the day?
Christian: I don't want to think about her. The Sparkling Diamond. The love of my life. Her name was-
Christian's revelation is interrupted when a man in his mid-20's appears to the trio. He seemed tobe confused by the change of his surroundings.
Renton: Where the fuck am I?
Ben: Watch the language.
Renton: Sorry, not sorry (rolls his blue eyes) Get me some shitty liquor, oi.
He sits beside a wallowing Christian.
Renton: You lads are friends?
Obi-Wan: Close acquintances.
Ben: We just met each other.
Renton: Well, friends, acquintances, it doesn't bloody mattet. The important thing is that you're together drinking some kind of beer I can't possibly afford. Reminds me a lot me, Spud, Sick Boy, Begbie. Good times.
Ben: It's whiskey.
Renton: Whatever. Now who's drinking the good stuff.
Obi-Wan: Him, I suppose. (points at Christian)
Ben: You know we have no idea who the gell you are and why are you here with us.
Renton: Say, somehow the universe wanted us to be together because we all look like other's shit. By the way, name's Renton. Mark Renton. And you?
Ben: Ben Ibonek. (sipping a bit of his drink)
Obi-Wan: Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Renton: (turns to Obi) You named by bloody Asians?
Obi-Wan: (whispers) Kriffing son of a bantha.
Renton: Who's this?
Ben: He's...(shakes the sleeping writer) wake up!
Christian: Ah, Satine!
Obi-Wan and Ben looked at Christian with an ultimately, unlikely, great shock.
Renton: Holy shit! Now that's a fuckin' hit.
Obi-Wan: Christian, are you alright? If you are, why did you suddenly blurted the name of the person I did not secretly fell in love and involved with?
Ben: Why do you know her?
Christian once agains succumbs to slumber.
Renton: (checks his seatmate's temp) He's bloody cold, mate. He'll have to answer your questions later when he's fully sober.
Ben: That's quite enough beer for him.
Suddenly, the Bartender announced a name. A very special name of one of the greatest actors (in my opinion) of Scotland.
Bartender: Ewan! So nice seein' you 'ere again.