Ok, so here's what Ceillean and Jag4Me were asking for. Sorry about the title, I copped out and went the Friends route because I just couldn't think of anything. So you will all have to deal.

This is only going to be about three or four posts, at least at this time. I won't go in depth and it's not going to set anything up for the sequel (which I'm hard at work on). I'm hoping to post something in the next few weeks with the sequel, but don't hold me to that.

Enjoy! As always, I love comments and don't care if they're two words or 200 words. Comment away!

Thanks to Jade Eyes for betaing. She's awesome!

Title: The One with the Blind Dates
Author(s): jadesabre75
Timeframe: 6 months after my Jedi and the Ambassador story. Post LOTF - AU
Characters: Kyp, Jag, Jaina, Jade (OC), Jared (OC)
Genre: humor, romance
Keywords:
Summary: Jag and Kyp decide that Jared needs woman and they talk him into some blind dates…and it's interesting.
Notes: This starts about 6 months after Jaina and Jag's wedding.

"I thought you two liked me?" Jared mumbled, his face planted in his arms on the tabletop. They were at their favorite bar, not too far from the temple, having their normal guy's only night and his friends had just dropped a bomb on him.

"We do like you Jared. That's why we're doing this." Kyp told the younger man, as he clapped him on the back.

"We want you to be as happy as we are." Jag said, trying to keep the smirk off his face. Jared just snorted and sat back in his chair.

"You mean in your married and almost married bliss? Yeah, I think I'll pass guys. Thanks though."

"Come on. Just a few dates. You're the only one in the group that doesn't have someone." Kyp said, taking a drink and staring pleadingly at his friend.

"Did you ever think I might be ok with that? I don't need you guys to set me up. I mean, how pathetic does that sound."

"It's not pathetic. We're just concerned." Jag added, smiling slightly.

Jared snorted. "Yeah, concerned I'm not as miserable as you two."

"Hey." Kyp said, drawing both men's attention. "I'm not miserable. Now as far as Jag goes, it's a whole other story." Kyp added, receiving a kick from Jag under the table. Jared grinned at his two friends and put his head back down.

He would never tell them, but he was a little jealous that they were so sithing happy. It wasn't like he couldn't get a date, he just didn't want to. Besides his job taking up most of his time, he'd had such bad luck in the dating field that it had pretty much scared him off from dating. He'd taken the occasional woman up on her offer of a one night stand, but that was about it.

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let them set him up a few times. Couldn't hurt to see what would happen.

"Ok. Fine."

Silence greeted his words and he looked up to find a stunned look on both men's faces. Laughing he took a drink of his ale and sat back in the chair.

"You didn't think I was going to agree, did you?" They both shook their heads and he laughed again.

"We're gonna find you someone buddy." Kyp said, after he had finally recovered.

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Jared mumbled to himself, draining his drink and motioning to the waitress to bring him another.

"Try the other one on. That one doesn't look good."

Jared looked over at Kyp and gave him a questioning glance.

"I should have asked the girls to come and help me." He said, taking the jacket off and trying on the one Kyp had suggested. Turning to look in the mirror, he quickly closed his eyes and groaned.

"Yeah. That's it!" He heard the master say excitedly. Jared sighed and leaned his head against the mirror. The suit was obnoxious, and that was being polite. It was lilac in color, with white and dark blue pinstripes going horizontal and light pink stripes going vertically. The pants were too long, and the jacket was too short. Not to mention the horrid lilac shirt that went underneath it.

Jag, who was sitting in the chair next to Kyp, turned to look at him and finally spoke up. "Dude, does Jade dress you in the morning?"

"What?" Kyp asked, confused.

"That looks like the remains of a twi'lek dancer, that a rancor chewed up, then spit out because he didn't like the taste." Jared snorted and tried to contain his laughter.

"I think it's a good thing you wear Jedi robes most of the time Kyp." He told his friend as he went back into the dressing room and took the offensive clothes off.

"Hey! Try the one Jag picked out." Kyp called to him. Knocking his head lightly against the dressing room wall, he pulled out another suit and put it on. Maybe this one wouldn't be so bad. Jared walked out of the room and looked in the mirror.

"Shavit Fel! Are you channeling Skywalker or what?"

"What's wrong with it?" The former pilot asked, crossing his arms and glaring at his former roommate.

"Nothing, if you're going to a funeral. Or you want to disappear in a dark alley." The black suit fit nicely, but it was very plain and it was kind of morbid now that Jared thought about it.

"He might as well wear a kriffing flight suit and get it over with." Kyp added, rolling his eyes.

"I really don't see what's wrong with wearing my normal clothes. I do have a suit at home." He said, as he went back into the dressing room and changed again.

"Try the suit jacket I picked out with the pants Jag picked." Durron told him.

"No!" Jared said forcefully. "Because then, I'll look like a clown from the Galactic Brothers Circus, minus the face paint and goofy shoes."

"Are you saying I don't have any taste, Obath? I'm a little offended."

"Yeah, you are offensive." Jag said, causing Jared to laugh.

"I said offended, Fel."

"I know exactly what you said Kyp. I said exactly what I meant."

"You know, Jaina would be unhappy if I had to kiss your ass."

He hurriedly finished putting his own clothes on, so he could intervene between his two friends. Bailing them out of jail was not really something he wanted to do today.

"For Force sake. Shut up, both of you." Jared said, as he came out in his own clothes and glared at them.

His friends were quiet for a minute, and he started to walk away when they spoke.

"He started it." Kyp said, sounding like a 12 year-old pouting.

"Pffft. Whatever." Retorted Jag. Jared ignored them, and kept walking, hoping that no one would think they were together.

They were sitting at an outside table eating lunch about an hour later. Jared still hadn't found anything they could all agree on and he was at the point of just wearing what he had.

"So, where are you going to find these girls you're so keen on setting me up with?" He asked, his eyes widening when they both grinned.

"We can't give away our secrets." Jag said, taking a drink and sitting back in his chair.

"Why, because then you'll have to kill me?"

"Something like that." Kyp mumbled, causing Jag to laugh.

"Needless to say, we have our ways. Don't worry, they'll be pretty."

"I'm not exactly worried about looks guys."

"You want us to set you up with an ugly woman?" The master asked disbelievingly.

"No, numnut. I'm just saying that looks aren't the most important thing."

"Well, I guess we could ask Janson if has any suggestions for ugly women." Jag started, failing to keep the smile from his face.

"If you tell anyone you're doing this, I'll kill you both myself." Jared said, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth to keep the rest of his comments to himself.