A.N. Got this done sooner than expected, guess that's a good thing! Yes, this is slightly a slightly slower start to my usual stuff, but it will pick up shortly. Need that slow burn to start! Thanks for all of the love and comments, keep letting me know what you all think of the direction.

Nothing stood out of place in the club, barring the very existence of the establishment, that is.

Okay, one thing stood out to Obi-Wan as he passed the bouncer and loud thumping music assaulted his ear. But it was him.

Why was Obi-Wan the only man dressed in a button down shirt and nice dark wash jeans? His briefing had even said it was the appropriate choice to wear.

The music grew louder and shouts and whoops from some very drunk men near the centre stage had Obi-Wan focus on something other than this attire. He surveyed what could be seen in the main centre of the club. Red and black panels lined the walls, some slightly forward for a dramatic effect. The floor, shy of food, alcohol and…. whatever was in a messy puddle near a booth that was dimly lit, would have contrasted the brighter colours of the room, black slick marble that had its charm despite the messes and scratches on the surface.

The back half of the club was dedicated to a large stage, a small catwalk coming out and ending in a circle, a pole in the centre. The floor of the stage was a cleaner version of the main surface of the club, it shined brightly as lights of different from overhead moved rapidly. Several dimmed booths lined both walls of the club, some toward the stage looked to have curtains for privacy, but also had security guarding them. The room in the back left corner had briefly caught Obi-Wan's eye, assuming it was for the workers as a 'backstage' area and to have some privacy.

On the right hand side of where Obi-Wan stood, close to the entrance of the club was a long sleek black bar, complete with old fashioned red cushioned bar stools and passed out drunk men; a young girl, possibly no older than 23, was serving the patrons one by one, a patient smile or some quick witted jab and sneer on her face, depending on the customer. She was brunette, short, some print t-shirt that was cut up so much it was basically long strips of fabric tied securely at her back, navy bra that showed, a pair of black shorts that were almost a belt and knee high boots with no heels. Unlike most females in the club, she didn't wear fishnets.

He hadn't realised he had walked to the bar until he heard a voice behind him.

"What can I get you, handsome?" The young woman had asked, her eye moving up and down Obi-Wan with a smirk on her face. He suddenly felt exposed and warm.

"Whatever's on tap is fine." He responded smoothly, she replied with a wink as she swivelled on her heel, grabbing a beer glass during her spin. Obi-Wan blindly handed the girl his credit card behind his shoulder as she set his beer down.

"You picked a good night to come." The girl handed back his card, which open Obi-Wan shoved back into his small black leather wallet, giving the girl a questioning stare as he slid the wallet into his back right pocket.

"Why's that?" He may as well try to enjoy himself. "Live band or something?"

"You get to see our star perform." The bartender looked dazzled for a moment before smirking at Obi-Wan. "Our Queen."

"Queen?" Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, taking a large mouthful of his beer and swallowing it. It was a heavy, strong taste that he couldn't shake. 'Maybe look at what they have, dumbass,' he thought, grimacing as he finished his beer in another few heavy gulps.

The bartender was still leaning near his left hand side when he finished his glass; she scooped it up in her hand and put it in a tub below the back of the bar with piles of other dirty glasses to be cleaned. Obi-Wan had decided to swivel his stool around to face her.

"Whiskey on the rocks." Obi-Wan bowed his head as he again pulled out his credit card from his wallet, offering to the bartender. He got his order with her eyes raking over him again. This girl probably didn't get he was too old for her.

"You always this friendly?" She asked mockingly, glancing at a patron who had slammed his fist on the bar a few seats down from where Obi-Wan was. She saw security was already on their way to escort the man out.

Obi-Wan stared at the floating ice in his drink, a playful retort on his tongue when he looked toward the stage area. Every note from the speakers around the bar, every inappropriate yell or conversation from people in the building were suddenly drowned out to be white noise; time had slowed to a standstill and suddenly no one was around him. He felt like some spotlight was directed on him as he took centre stage in some odd show; only one other person remained.

She held her head high, pointed chin at the right angle to look intimidating and alluring simultaneously, a flirtatious smile graced her full dark pink lips, never pulling over her teeth to expose any kindness. Her cheeks contrasted between her dark contouring and bright shimmering highlighter, balanced out with a very light touch of blush. The eye makeup didn't compare to her brown eyes, though the gold brought out tiny gold flecks in her eyes that made it hard to break contact. The tightly curled, long flowing, dark brown hair danced as she strutted, the ends seeming to bounce on her hips as he stiletto gold heels tapped softly while she walked.

Her entire outfit, if it could even be called that, was made of mostly gold and the occasional silvery blue as a contrast. Her bra secured only by thin golden straps on her lean shoulders had lace embroidered on the front, silver and blue sequins adorning the centre of each cup, forming a heart outline. Her shorts clung tightly to her body, a second skin, again gold material taking the lead, small writing in glitter was at the back of the shorts, but Obi-Wan was too far away to see what the letters spelled out. A slightly dark, extremely thin strip of material jutted out from the top of the shorts at the side of her hips, he was sure he and everyone else would find out how her underwear looked soon enough.

She looked around, slowed in her movements (or in Obi-Wan's mind she was) when she had tossed her head in his general direction, glancing behind her at a patron before her eyes skimmed the bar and landed on him.

He forgot how to breath, all oxygen sucked from his lungs and it was as if she was now the only source of the precious resource; he would have to spend his entire time taking her breath away so he could take his back, their lips moulded together as if only made for each other. She met his eyes, slowly blinked while she kept walking and then turned her head to face forward; not a minute had passed before she had walked into the back room Obi-Wan had seen earlier.

"Wow," Obi-Wan whispered to himself, unable to string a thought together until he heard a sharp laugh break the illusion around him.

"How did she not laugh at you?" The bartender snickered, pointing to him with her left hand. Obi-Wan looked down and groaned. His clean light blue button down now contained a stain that covered the right side of his chest and seeped downward. His belt looped in his jeans stopped any liquid from going further luckily.

The girl had seemed to take some pity on him after laughing, handing him a handful of scrunched up paper towels to get some of the moisture out from his shirt. Obi-Wan had noticed two extra glasses that were drained of their contents where he had been sitting.

'Great!' He dabbed at the wet patch on his chest, face lightly tinged. 'She thinks you're a drunken embarrassment.'

"Fuck, I'm an embarrassment!" Louder than what he had intended, but Obi-Wan meant the statement. Maybe skip the embarrassing stories to Anakin when they caught up.

"At least she looked at you."

"I didn't imagine that?" Obi-Wan questioned, an eyebrow raised as he binned the used paper towels. The bartender shook her head.

"No, you should feel lucky," she proceeded to clear the glasses Obi-Wan had obliviously drunk. "She hasn't said a word to me in the six months I've work here."

"That's her loss then," Obi-Wan flashed a genuine smile. "You do seem like a lovely young lady. And that's not just the drinks talking."

"How old are you, anyway?" She paused in wiping down the counter of the bar. "Shit, that was inappropriate of me!" Obi-Wan chuckled in response.

"Thirty, I feel like I should just stop counting at this point." He quipped, the bartender tried not to laugh.

"Not that you would care then," the rag in her hand was folder neatly to her right hand side. "But since you shared, I'm 21."

"Around the same age as my brother, then." Obi-Wan mused. It seemed like Anakin might get along with this girl, they were both very talkative it seemed. "How are you only just old enough to drink and in a place like this for six months?"

She shrugged. "My dad is pretty close with the owner, managed to get me a job here."

Obi-Wan widened his eyes, realisation kicking in after a few hazy seconds. "You actually know who runs this place?" The girl shook her head.

"No, my dad does." Her eyes narrowed. "Why, what's the sudden interest in ownership?"

"Like to know how this place got to be so successful." Obi-Wan scanned his eyes over the open space, patrons now crowding near the stage. "Probably living it up big."

"Living the dream." The girl mumbled, her words drowned out by a new song playing over the speakers. The announcer, wherever he was in the club, had announced the royal arrival of the club's Main Attraction.

Let the show begin!

Bow down to the Queen!