First of all, I want to say hello and thank you for the new reviews, favorites and followers. It's great to see that you all enjoy the story so much. I enjoy it myself too. :D But anyway, here is chapter 10. Hope you like it. :)

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Chapter 10

"Finally," three Jedi masters breathed in relief.

"I swear he's been living in those clothes to keep Padme happy," Obi-Wan muttered under his breath, only to receive one of Siri's elbows in his ribs.

"Shut up, Kenobi - you know as well as I that if she had her way, she'd have him out of those clothes, not displaying his lightsabers but his lightsaber."

"Huh?" Obi-Wan stared at Siri, blinked, then turned red. Oh. Here he thought he was making a joke about Padme's fondnessfor his padawan but - oh dear. But -but - he mentally sputtered.

"He wouldn't wear THOSE for a romantic assignation," he hissed, glad that street noise more than likely meant neither Mace nor Yoda heard any of this.

"And what does a Jedi wear for a romantic assignation?" Siri cooed in his ear. She plucked at his obi and leaned closer to his ear. "And when I treated that thigh wound -you notice I didn't say just what your underclothing looked like."

"That's because I wasn't wearing - oh,shut up, Siri!"

At that moment, a security droid appeared at the end of the alleyway, waving a citation form. "Halt, malefactors! Where is the pervert that has been accosting innocent citizens.?"
The Jedi masters shrugged and pointed out the direction in which Anakin had recently disappeared. The droid scooted on its way, eager to apprehend the vile disturber of the peace.
"Blown your cover is," Yoda grunted, nudging at Mace's fallen wig with his stick. "Leave here we should."
Mace and Yoda nipped back into the bar, the diminutive Grand master perched atop the Korun Jedi's broad shoulders.
"Shall we join them?" Siri inquired. "Or have you had enough virgin Bombshells for one night, Kenobi?"
He cocked one eyebrow. "I might be willing to move on to something...headier," he replied.
She gave him a slow once-over. "You don't look like you're up to it at the moment."
"I will do what I must," he assured her, smirking.
"You will try," Master Tachi countered.

Siri linked her arm with Obi-Wan's and the two strolled into the bar.

"Another bombshell?" the bartender asked, reaching for a glass. "Virgin?"

"No," Obi-Wan replied. "And make that two; the lady is with me."

Mace looked the two Jedi over, sighed, and buried his face in his drink. "Both of them," he moaned. "I didn't hear that - I did NOT hear that."

Whack! Mace jumped as Yoda's gimer stick found its target. "Drinks they were speaking of, Mace blond-wig Windu," Yoda admonished.

"So sure are you?" Mace asked, now from the other side of the room.

Yoda smirked. "Of drinks they spoke, I am sure. Of the rest..." he shrugged. "Who cares?"

Mace gave a 'humph' in reluctant agreement.

"One to speak," Yoda gave Mace an owlish look, "you are not."

Mace sat down next to Yoda again without a glance in his direction. "We swore not to talk of that," he reminded the green-skinned Jedi.

"And yet, the blonde wig you wore again."

Mace had no reply.

TBC