Hello! I know, where have I been, it's been forever since this fic was updated. Well, to be honest, life really did get carried away from me. I'm a senior this year, and prepping for graduation has taken over my life. I'm not sure how often I will be able to update, it may be another month or two, at least until college applications are done. But I was really feeling this idea, I know it's a little shorter than normal, but I hope you like it, and may the Force be with you!

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan: Birthday Bash

Obi-Wan was grinning from ear to ear, drinking in the chaos and noise currently filling Dex's Diner to the brim. His master had truly outdone himself this time. Despite the many hints Qui-Gon had dropped about a quiet birthday dinner at home, it seemed like half the temple had shown up in the small restaurant to surprise him. The air was filled with the smells of greasy food and Master Jocasta Nu's homemade pala cake, while Jedi young and old laughed, chatted, and wished him well. After all, it's not everyday a padawan turns 21.

Qui-Gon slid into the booth beside him, wrapping an arm around the young man's shoulders. "Having a good time, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan beamed, leaning into his Master's hold. "It's amazing Master, you really outdid yourself this time. One of the best presents I've ever gotten."

Qui-Gon grinned, mischief in his eyes. He reached within his robe and pulled out a wrapped object. "Well, how about this one?"

Obi-Wan eyed his Master suspiscously as he unwrapped the mysterious package. Inside, was a bottle of Alderannian wine. Expensive Alerannian wine. Qui-Gon was still grinning, eyes darting between the bottle and his padawan's puzzled expression.

"You're 21 now, Obi-Wan. I would be honored if you would share your first drink with me, as I did with my Master, and his before him."

Obi-Wan's faced flushed as Qui-Gon uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. He took up his own and raised it high.

"For food, for friendship, for life, and the Force! Happy Birthday, my padawan."

Obi-Wan raised his glass to meet his Master's and drank; giving thanks for the life they had made together, one birthday at a time.

Obi-Wan and Anakin: The Morning After

Anakin groaned, riding a wave of nausea and exhaustion. His head felt unbelievable heavy, as did the rest of his body. Also, on a much more important note, he wasn't quite sure where he was.

First things first. He scanned his body with the Force, searching for injuries, verifying that he did have all of his limbs and that his head was still attached to his shoulders. Obi-Wan would kill him if he had been decapitated without permission. Anakin chuckled internally, cut off by another wave of nausea that threatened to push him over the edge.

With great effort, he pried his eyelids open, glancing around the room. He was elated to discover that he was staring at his own ceiling, not some random apartment on Courasant or worse, a prison cell. He sighed. Despite the pounding in his head, his rolling stomach, and his parched throat, he seemed to be fine. So what the Sith happened last night?

He turned his head, checking the chrono on his bedside, not surprised to see it was well past midday. A folded piece of paper sat beside the chrono, along with his lightsaber and two pills. Anakin unfolded the note, holding it close to his still unfocused eyes:

Dear Anakin,

Congratulations! If you're reading this, you managed to survive the self-inflicted torture you imposed on yourself last night. Before you ask, I have confiscated your fake ID, and you are grounded until further notice. Take the medicine I left and get some sleep. You're going to need it when I come home. -Obi-Wan

P.S. I am not cleaning the carpet. That should put you off drinking for a while.

Anakin groaned and flopped back down on the bed. Obi-Wan was never going to let him forget this one.

His stomach lurched, threatening to purge it's meager contents.

Then again...I'm not sure I want to.

Anakin and Ahsoka: Blame it On the Alcohol

It was almost 2am when Anakin finally returned from Padme's; they'd just gotten back from a long series of missions, and he'd been thrilled to see her. But imagine his surprise when he came back to find the lights in his apartment on, and horrible retching sounds coming from the fresher.

Anakin dropped his cloak and ran down the hall. Ahsoka was doubled over the toilet, practically shaking, while Barriss hovered over her, rubbing her bare skin with a cool cloth. She glimpsed Master Skywalker out of the corner of her eye and jumped.

"Master Skywalker! I'm so sorry, I was going to call you, but I didn't know your com code, and well, she-"

Anakin raised his hand to silence her, kneeling beside his apprentice, scanning her with the Force. "What happened?" He demanded, his voice concerned, not stern.

"We went out for dinner, and well, she got carried away. I warned her about the side effects, but she wouldn't listen. Then when we got back, she started throwing up, and-"

"It's okay Barriss." Anakin replied, trying to calm one frantic padawan and keep watch over a sick one at the same time. "Does your Master know you're here?" Barriss shook her head, her eyes widening, having forgotten about that little detail.

Anakin clicked his com on and punched in the proper code.

"Luminara here."

"Master Luminara, it's Skywalker. Barriss is in my quarters, I'm sending her over."

"Thank the Force, what happened?"

"She's alright, she was just helping a friend. Don't be too hard on her. Skywalker out."

Once Barriss had left, promising to check on Ahsoka later, Anakin turned his attention back to his own padawan, currently curled up in his lap. Ahsoka was pale and disoriented, but her stomach seemed willing to resume its duty.

"Sorry Master." She choked out, clinging tightly to his tunic. "Didn't mean to get so sick."

Anakin smiled, running a hand over her lekku gently, trying to soothe her through the bond. "It's okay Snips. You'll feel better soon. As for the drinking...well...I'll let this be punishment enough."

Ahsoka nodded gratefully, sinking deeper into his hold. "Never again, Master. I promise."

Anakin chuckled, rising to carry Ahsoka back to her room. "Alright Snips. If you say so."