Darth and Hinata's Rad Date
At 6 in the evening Darth Vader and Hinata Hyuga were chilling over some pinot noir and steak at a fancy restaurant. The room was barely lit, illuminated only by flickering candles and dimmed light fixtures. Playful shadows danced to the soothing but chilling violin that sung over the din of the room, and Darth could just barely make out his bro's waifu's thin face glaring at him intently.
"Darth", she breathed, and Darth new that the business just got serious. He spit out the chunk of fat he'd been chewing on for the last five minutes, and stared into her eyes, waiting for her to continue.
She took a sip of the deep red wine, then slammed the cup on the table with such force it shattered. The rest of the steakhouse turned to look, but it was dark so they couldn't see Hinata's fiery fury wrought on her elven features. Vader started breathing heavily, but took a puff of his inhaler to soothe his lungs, and continued to be patient.
"You need to stay away from Ted Theodore Logan," The words came out a harsh growl, and Vader stood up to leave. "Sit back down!"
"No, you're talking about my blood brother, my homie, my bestie, the one that I have a bond of loyalty with that runs deeper than the Nile. I could never betray him that way, and he'd never betray me."
Hinata laughed, a bitter and throaty chuckle. "Never betray you? Denial runs deep indeed," More wine, and she was out of her seat, up in Vader's mask. "This is your last warning, Vader, or I'll tell Ted Theodore Logan all about-"
A sharp smack echoed off the walls. Hinata was on the ground, and Vader made his way to the door. He would never abandon Ted Theodore Logan. Not a week before the beach party, the ultimate symbol of their friendship. No matter what Hinata said.