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A.N. Just to start of with, today is a very special day, hence why we are posting an update. Today we are one whole year old! It was this day one year ago that we posted our first fanfic, 'What would happen if Aragorn got a Car?' on this site! (sniffs dramatically) Isn't it wonderful! So Happy Birthday to US! Wow! It really doesn't feel like that long ago. Anyway, enough babble! On with the show!

The Bar Scene

Luke and Han had been walking and, from time to time, spaltering, for about ten minutes until a wookiee roar alerted them to the fact that they had company.

Chewie appeared from one of the side alleyways and appeared to be juggling the parts for the Falcon.

'Han! Han! You won't believe what Lando's done! He's-"

Han brandished the flyer of the bar they were heading to in the wookiee's furry face and vented out some of his anger.

"We don't have time for that now Chewie! That…" he trailed off, trying to think of a vulgar enough word to describe Wedge. He couldn't think of one. "…Wedge, has kidnapped my wife!"

"Don't you think that 'kidnapped' is a bit strong?" Luke asked, startled.

Han looked blankly at him. "No," he stated bluntly.

Luke rolled his eyes but said nothing like any good friend should. Chewie roared at them, clearly intent on getting the conversation back onto what really mattered. Han simply nodded and handed the leaflet he had taken from Wedge's room to Chewbacca.

"Leave that," he gestured at the parts, "on the Falcon and follow us as soon as possible. We may need your help to reduce the villain to a shivering wreck before he gives back my wife!" Han said this with such ferocity that it made both Luke and Chewie stare wordlessly. Han's speech caused Chewie to drop one of the most vital parts needed to repair the Falcon, and Han only just managed to catch it before it hit the ground.

Though instead of yelling at his co-pilot, as he would have done if the situation to find Wedge and Leia had not been so dire, Han just pointed in the direction of the Falcon and then at the leaflet. His meaning was perfectly clear and Chewie growled the affirmative and then headed off in the opposite direction of Luke and Han. Luke just continued to stare open-mouthed at Han.

"C'mon, let's go," Han said, ignoring Luke's face. They walked on in the direction of the bar, but when they arrived it looked more like a nightclub, with flashing lights that blinded them and left spots of light in front of their eyes.

They had been just about to enter when they were approached two very tall, very strong looking humans. Both were wearing black suits and dark sunglasses.

"I.D. and entrance fee please," they droned in unison. Han wondered how they were going to get out of this sticky spot and contemplating dressing Luke up as a girl so they could get in half price when Luke adopted a mesmeric voice.

"You don't need to see our I.D.'s and you don't want our entrance fee."

The Bouncers eyes glazed over and they repeated the words hollowly.

"We can go on in," Jedi Master Skywalker added.

"You can go on in." The Bouncers beckoned them in.

They soon found upon walking in that the bar had had two floors. The ground floor was for the bar and the dance floor whilst upstairs was for the gambling suit.

The urge to find Leia and make Wedge suffer a very painful death overcame Han's want to have a try at a few hands of Sabacc. A soft growl behind him made Han start. Chewie had quickly caught up with them again and was using his extra height and sensitive sense of smell to detect Wedge. Han and Luke followed his lead to the bar at the other side of the dance floor.

Han was dreading finding Wedge and Leia dancing together or-. No. It didn't help thinking about it.

His prayers were answered. There was Wedge slumped against the bar.

The trio approached the man who looked as though he was in a drunken stupor and was muttering something about having no friends.

Chewie reached him first and kindly asked him questions about Leia's whereabouts. Wedge didn't understand a word, or growl, of it.

"Chewie!" he cried. "Chewie! You're my only friend!" Chewie patted the man on the back sympathetically as Han strode forward, grabbing Wedge by the scruff of the neck.

"You can't be nice about this sort of stuff Chewie!" Han stated grimly, before turning back to Wedge. "Alright you psychopathic maniac!" he cried, almost lifting Wedge off the ground. "What have you done with my equally psychopathic maniac... ish...wife!"

The demand couldn't have been clearer but Wedge still looked confused. After a tense few seconds, in which Han's face grew even more livid, Wedge said mournfully, "Han! You're my only friend!"

Han didn't say anything. He simply let Wedge go and let him fall to the floor.

Luke stepped forward and although he didn't offer to help Wedge up off the floor, he asked calmly, "Wedge, where did Leia go?" with all his Jedi grace.

Wedge sat up and crossed his arms so they were pointing in different direction. "She went that way!" he expressed urgently. "And that way!" He was now pointing up and down. He paused a moment, then continued by throwing his arms up in the air and cried in the voice of someone who was distressed and defeated, "Simultaneously!"

He yelled this so loud that several people turned and gave the group funny looks.

This had taken so much energy out of poor Wedge that he relaxed and passed out right there and then on the floor of the bar.

"Chewie, pick 'im up and wait for us at the door," Han ordered. "Luke and me'll look for Leia."

The duo searched the entire ground floor, and although Luke's Jedi senses told him that Leia was defiantly in the building, he couldn't imagine her up at the gambling tables. Eventually they had no choice but to check upstairs, as the only other place apart from there that she could be was the ladies toilets and they had received some rather dirty looks when they had attempted to continue their search in that particular place.

As soon as they were at the top of the old staircase that led them to the gambling suit they spotted Leia but she looked far from her best. Her hair was a mess and she was obviously tipsy, not as much as Wedge, but they could tell that she'd had a little too much. She was seated at a table with four evil and sinister looking weal quays. They were all peering over the tops of their cards, with their shifty eyes all fixed on Leia.

Han didn't recognise the deck that they were using, which was saying something as he had played with most decks that had been invented. He was shocked to find that Leia's face was as blank as Lando's might have been, had he been in that situation.

Suddenly, her face spilt into a wide grin and she yelled out, "Go fish!"

Han grabbed Leia and pulled her away from the disappointed weal quays, some of whom were almost in tears.

"Take care boys!" Leia cried over her shoulder and in response got four depressed "Bye,"'s.

"You're drunk!" Han hissed at her.

Leia's reply was indignant. "No I'm not!"

"So what were you doing?"

Leia looked surprised that Han hadn't already worked it out. "I was playing Go Fish. What did it look like?"

It was only when she spoke in long sentences that the slurring of her words became more apparent. Han didn't mention it.

"Like you were gambling!"

Leia smiled brightly, "I was!" She seemed pleased that Han had grasped the fact so quickly. "You see, my dearest, unlike you, I didn't loose! And I didn't gamble away anything living!"

"That was below the belt," Han said grouchily as he steered her back towards the staircase where Luke was waiting patiently for them.

"So darling!" Leia spoke to her husband in a posh and over-the-top accent. "What did you do while I was away?"

Han stared at her. She was obviously trying to change the subject and wasn't making a very good job of it. But Han wasn't going to stop her. Might as well let her have her fun now. She was going to have too big a hangover the next day to enjoy herself then!

"I learnt how to spalter," he said softly.

"Oh really!" Leia asked, now sounding very much like an over excited child. "Spaltering is very... very... good for... for you- "

Leia's legs crumpled beneath her and she collapsed into Luke open arms. Who said Jedi reflexes weren't useful?

"She's completely wasted!" exclaimed Han disapprovingly to his brother-in-law. "And she was gambling! Not a good combination!" He commented on the last part wisely.

"Yes, and you'd know all about that, wouldn't you," Luke retorted smoothly whilst he handed Leia's limp body over to Han.

"Come on," Han ignored Luke's comment. He cradled Leia gently, trying not to jostle her about too much. "We should get out of here before Chewie decides to try out karaoke!"

A.N. You guys have no idea what we went through to bring you this chapter for our birthday! First we wrote it out with pen and paper whilst we were on a bus on a History Field Trip. Then we had to type it out on a computer and get it posted!

We have been waiting for this chapter for a long time. It's one of the special chapters. Well, they're all special, but this one is special-err!

A word of warning. Don't hold your breath waiting for the next chapters. We've just done some exams and have more to come very shortly. Not nice, huh? But it's our Easter Hols in a couple of days so you never know! We know for a fact that holidays are a great cure for homework and writers block!

By the way, this chapter is dedicated tothat girl with orange hair and a wheelchair because the "She went that way!" thing is all hers! She made it and was kind enough to let us borrow it!

A special thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and another special thanks for everyone who has been reviewing any of our stories in the past year! We owe you guys!

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Sweetdeath04 and Thorney