Author's Thanks: to Luke Skywolf, jedi-wolfstar, & Jedi Knight Padmé! :)

LS - "(No Falcona? Phooey.)" — LOL :D Thanks for your review. Glad you like the story.

Sorry to disappoint you, but no drunken Jedi. You'll notice Master Billaba called them responsible, so none of that. Write a fic on your Sith idea. :)

I am confused by "But if they ever find paper or byte... then I'll be surprised." Uh… What are you saying? :?

j-w - Thank you. :)

After the speeder chase, but before the changeling bounty hunter dies, Obi-Wan actually orders "a drink" in Episode II. As the Outlander is a night club, it was probably alcoholic. There's nothing wrong with drinking in moderation. For example, wine in that fashion has health benefits. The problems come when you get drunk or addicted, which happens when you have too much, too often.

Qui-Gon will have a part in this in the distant future. I can't bring him in any sooner, sorry.

JKP - Thanks. More's coming. :) Hope it stays as funny.

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Author's Note:

Requested reviewer rules:

Don't blaspheme.or swear.

Do critique.

Do put a smiley after jokes.

Thank you. :)

Enjoy! :)

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Parrots, anyone?

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"What does the Council want us for, this time?"

"Good question, Ballerina." He grabbed her wrist to halt her slap. "Did Master Billaba really take us to her room for liquor, last night?"

Siri's eyes brightened. "Rodian Yellow Plagues. I'd love to shove that down Luminara's throat, next birthday."

"And leave none for me?" Obi-Wan asked in mock-horror.

She punched his arm. "Shutup, Oaf."

"The Council will see you, now."

The Padawans smiled at the boy and entered the Council chambers.

Immediately, Obi-Wan registered a missing face—no, two…

Master Billaba glided in abruptly and bowed. "Forgive my lateness, Masters."

He noticed several of the Masters pale slightly or shift in their seats. He'd found Master Billaba's dark clothing disturbing last night, but daylight made it all the more so.

The pitch sleeveless blouse loosely clung to her frame. The hip-hugging trousers looked even more alien on the religious Jedi Master.

Obi-Wan blinked. Well, he supposed the prankster could have chosen worse…

"What is the matter?" Master Billaba asked quietly.

Master Windu cleared his throat. "Take your seat, Depa. Has anyone seen Master Even?"

Already in her chair, Jedi Master Depa Billaba looked up. "He comes," she stated simply.

The Council door opened, and small Master Piell scurried in and narrowed his one eye at the stares. "What?"

Siri glanced at Obi-Wan. "So that's what, three replaced tunics, now?"

He coughed as he nodded. Jedi Master Even Piell was decked out in fantasy pirate's garb.

"Master Even," greeted Master Yoda. "Missing, your tunic is?"

"Yes, Master," snorted Master Piell.

"…Did the culprit leave anything else we may identify him by?" Master Billaba spoke up.

Another snort. "A cap, of course; but I wasn't going to wear that."

The Chalactan glanced down at her own uncharacteristic clothing. "Odd…"

Master Windu looked at her. "Depa?"

"The culprit chose him for the role, but left out a standard aspect of the costume… Or has Master Even preferred to not mention it?" she asked politely.

Master Even Piell glared. "Back off!"

"Master Even?"

At Jedi Master Yoda's inquiry, Master Even grunted. "Fine. What else did the culprit leave me?" He let himself fall hard into his seat.

"An eye patch."