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WHO: Siri, Obi-Wan, Padme, Anakin, Shego. And the NJO's Peace Brigade. Jedi should all be killed.
WHERE: The pool.
WHAT: Drinking. Skinny-dipping. You're welcome, Mr. Lucas.
WARNING: Text-based sex.

The pool better be warm.

In the bar, Obi-Wan and Shego had splashed their drinks onto Siri. On purpose. Sure, everyone's sobriety had been long-gone. But that was no excuse. She'd just made a silly joke, and it'd been taken the wrong way. She had a change of clothes... somewhere... far away from the pool.

Shivering, she pulled her clothes off, down to her underwear.

"Last one in helps Mara pay for the therapy bills this month!"

Splash.

The water was freezing.