Title: The Night Is Our Friend

Author: JediLuminaraUnduli

Rating: T

Genre: Drama, Romance, Humour(?)

Summary: Drink on, Jedi. One long night. Can emotions be controlled even now ? And while the fun goes on, secrets are exposed.. In varying lengths, and at different parts, Jedi share their experiences, their parts on this craze-filled, and mystery-ridden night. Tales are told, hearts are broken, but at the same time friendship and love arise with some terrible consequences..
Not a great summary.

May come up with a better one later.

Varying POV's.

A/N: And a fic, to celebrate the beginning of summer, and the end of another school year..

Another one of my fail humour fics! Yay! :D

Knowing me, it will probably end up with a darker meaning.

Anyways.

I digress.


Plot bunny: drunk.

Fic(s?) of drunk Jedi. Ehehehehehehe. ;)

Been reading over a few of my previous fics.

Not very well written, in my opinion now.

Hope I've improved.

We'll see ?

Oh, and if anyone can suggest a better title, please do! I can't seem to think of a good title for this; if anyone has any ideas, please, please, please mention it in your review !

Now, before my note becomes longer than the fic itself..

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Mace:

"..so den dere were dees two men`in suits, right?"

"Mhmm..?"

I yawned, sleepily, while watching my drunken friend ramble on. According to the night sky, approximately two hours had passed since twenty-two standard hours in Coruscant time.

I fingered my bottle of wine while glancing up occasionally at Qui-Gon, who had managed to obtain a rapturous audience. Not all of which sober, I noted.

Then again, this was a bar.

A bar in the lower levels.

Ah.

So how had he managed to talk me into this again ? I wondered. I hadn't drunken that much tonight. I had a mission tomorrow, and could not afford to have a hangover in front of the Council.

"..Mace..Maaaceee..MACE…MACE..?"

Qui-Gon's fingers snapping in my face drove me into reality.

"Huhh?" I stared at him. "What?"

"Why aren't you paying attentionn?" he whined, a pathetic look on his face. So Qui-Gon.

"Who says I'm not?"

"You din'even laugh at m' joke.. and it was really, really funnny.." he moaned. He gave me a sad, hurt look. His slurred speech somewhat ruined the effect.

I simply sighed, and sneaked another peek at the clock.

"Nevermind daat.. Let's play..a game! WHO WANNA?" Qui-Gon hollered, waving his arm in the air.

My stars. If only Dooku could see this..

His hand-trained Padawan.. Drunk, high on spice, and suggesting that we play 'games'.

Stars, I was loving this.

Oh, the blackmail..

"Wut'dya wanna play?"

I glanced at the sound of the voice, distinctly feminine.

Ah, Knight Gallia.

Never thought she'd manage to get herself down here.

Then again, so had half of the younger Jedi Knights.. must I add a few(dozen) Padawans?

Personally, I had no idea why I was here, if not just to keep Qui-Gon in check. I wasn't quite cruel enough to abandon him to the insanity of Corellian whiskey.

"Kingss?"

I didn't even have to turn around to guess who it was.

Apparently Qui-Gon had decided to bring along his Padawan, Obi-Wan, as well.

What in the Force?.. the kid was barely sixteen! Why the hell was he here?!

Obi-Wan sauntered up to Qui-Gon.

Ah well. At least he was only mildly drunk..

Couldn't say the same for his Master.

I was close enough, just barely, to hear the remark he whispered into his Master's ear.

"Maaaaster..Master Tahl wants you.."

Qui-Gon, in his drunken state, obviously misinterpreted the remark.

"Ohmmm really.. tell her..I wannher too..Mmm.."

I cringed. I better keep an eye on Qui-Gon.. if Tahl "wanted" him, as Obi-Wan said, it was either in a suggestive fashion..or in another rather deadly way that Qui-Gon didn't really want to feel.

Let's just say I've never forgotten the incident of the wok.

Qui-Gon left the med-wing with multiple stitches in his head, and a lifelong fear of pans, and other bowl-like objects.

I watched, resting my head against the wall, as Tahl walked over to Qui-Gon, hips swaying seductively, dark hair stylishly in disarray, smiling her usual, beautiful smile, and very, very drunk.

Glimpsing at Qui-Gon's face, I must say, the look was unforgettable.

Chuckling to myself, I settled in to wait for the blackmail material..

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Obi-Wan:

Watching in fascination as Qui-Gon's eyes widened (whether from shock or desire, I couldn't tell), I thought, distracted, that Tahl's tunic was looking somewhat more revealing.

Wonder how she'd be without it –

I so did not just think that.

Snap out of it, Obi! This is your Master's secret crush. Well, not so secret anymore, fine, it was never a secret, but who cares?

She's Qui-Gon's age. About twenty, thirty years your senior. Snap out of it, Obi..!

Who cares? I still think she'd look even better (if that were possible) without that tunic……

I blinked, trying to clear my thoughts. Snap out of it..!

Shaking my head, I looked around distractedly. Scanning the bar for familiar faces, (and just so I didn't have to watch my Master with Tahl (lucky sonofa..), I replayed the last few hours in the back of my mind.

Qui-Gon hadn't meant to bring me to the bar, but hey, I'd seen his speeder leave, and where Master goes, so does Padawan, no?

Apparently Qui-Gon didn't think so.

Well, too bad, I'm here either way.

I spotted Master Windu.

Now, now, now, what was a distinguished, stuckup, purple-lightsaber-wielding, haughty-taughty Master doing in such a low-level bar?

Well, time to find out.

I ambled over, smiling freely, with a drunken sense of awareness in my hazy, cloud-filled mind.

I was sure I wasn't that drunk.

"Hey, Master Windooooooooo."

Whoops. That didn't come out so professionally..

Master Windu gave me a strange look. "What are you doing here?"

"Whyy, Masterrr, I could'ask you tha same ting."

I winced. Hadn't meant to voice my thoughts..

Mace narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? You do realize that the legal drinking age is 18?"

"Legal, schmegal. Dumb cops can't catch me, no, they can't catch me.."

..I cringed again. Perhaps I was..more..drunk than I thought.

Oh well.

Mace raised an eyebrow at my inebriated state. "And why, Padawan, do you think that?"

"'Cause I'm too sexy for m' shirt, too sexy for m' pants, too sexy, so sexy, yeah, baby, yeahhh!"

Mace raised both eyebrows this time, and opened his mouth to reply—

But before he could utter a word, a rather feminine voice broke into our conversation. "Oh, you betcha, Obi-Wan Kenobi.."

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