The Jedi Drinking Game

After a very busy month of having settled one dispute or another, among
other things, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon found themselves with a very rare night
off. And absolutely nothing to do. Obi-Wan suggested a night club
around the corner. Qui-Gon, not one for partying and such, wasn't quite
sure about the whole idea but allowed himself to be dragged along anyway.

The two Jedi made short work of finding a table in the crowded place with
a little help from a mind trick and sat down. Qui-Gon looked liked he
was ready to bolt and make a run for it. One of the waitresses came up
to take their order. Obi-Wan ordered for himself and Qui-Gon, "We'll
have two Jedi Mind Benders, please." She scribbled down the order and
flitted away to place it.

Obi-Wan looked across the table at the nervous Jedi Master who was
watched everything at the moment. The place was so busy that it was hard
for even a Jedi to keep track of all that went on.

"I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea, Padawan."

Obi-Wan scrunched his eyebrows together and gave his Master an odd look.
He looked around them and shrugged. "Why?"

Qui-Gon, for the first time since they had come in, looked at his
apprentice. "Well, maybe not for you, but for me..."

He didn't get to finish what he was going to say as the waitress came
back with their drinks. Obi-Wan thanked her and slid Qui-Gon's shot
glass across the table to him. Qui-Gon closed his hand around it and
just sat there and looked at it as if it were something poisonous.

"What's in this," he asked as he lifted the glass to smell the contents.

Obi-Wan shrugged again. "I don't know. I never asked."

Qui-Gon looked at him in disbelief but Obi-Wan just motioned with his own
glass to Qui-Gon's drink. "Will you just try it? It won't kill you, I
promise."

Qui-Gon watched as Obi-Wan downed the entire glass and set it back on the
table. Then he looked at his own glass in defeat. "Very well."

Qui-Gon raised the glass to his lips and after a last look at his
Padawan, who waited and watched, threw his head back and dumped the drink
down his throat. He tilted his head forward again as he closed his mouth
and swallowed. A second later he erupted in a fit of coughing while
Obi-Wan grinned at him. Qui-Gon didn't say anything after he stopped
coughing, just set the glass on the table and looked at it with a slight
smirk on his face.

"Another?"

Qui-Gon nodded his head in agreement. When the waitress came back, this
time Obi-Wan ordered an entire trayfull of shot glasses. The waitress
gave him an odd look at having ordered so much for only two people but
said nothing and was on her way.

Obi-Wan settled in his chair to wait, gazing at Qui-Gon as if he had a
plan up his sleeve. Qui-Gon noticed and eyed him for several seconds
before he made the first move, "What is it, Obi-Wan?"

"Oh, nothing, I just thought it would be fun to play a drinking game."

Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows. "A drinking game?"

"Yeah." Obi-Wan looked down at the table as if waiting for the right
moment. "Wouldn't happen to know any would you?" Obi-Wan raised his
blue-green eyes.

Qui-Gon, always the Jedi Master, said, "No, of course, I don't."

Obi-Wan wasn't totally convinced by the twinkle that flashed through
Qui-Gon's sky blue eyes. "Oh, come on, Master, you must know at least
one."

Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan would persist until he gave in so he forfeited early
and saved himself a lot of trouble. "Oh, fine. I know very few but how
about we play the Jedi Drinking Game?"

Obi-Wan's face lit up with glee. "Oh, sounds fun. How do you play?"

"Well, you have to repeat a phrase as fast as you can. If you mess up,
you have to drink. The phrases can be made up, there are either about
your Jedi peers or Masters."

"You mean something like 'Qui-Gon doesn't want to go in a bar' or what?"

Qui-Gon laughed, a little. "No, it has to be a tongue twister of sorts.
I used to drink with Mace so I'll use one that I made up about him.
Drinks ready?"

Obi-Wan slid another glass over to his Master and raised his own to show
his was ready.

Qui-Gon cleared his throat and started the game. "Master Mace's Mop Met
Malicious Murderous Mayhem In A Barber Shop." (AN: How does everyone
like this tongue twister...came up with it at the last minute. LOL...I
think it's going to go in my e-mail signature.)

He said the entire phrase rather quickly and without error. Obi-Wan
nearly fell on the floor laughing.

"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard," Obi-Wan said as his wiped
tears off his red face. Finally, Obi-Wan stopped laughing and it was his
turn. He ended up fumbling through it and it came out sounding like,
"Master Mace's Mob Met Malicious Murderous Mayhem In A Barker Shop."

Qui-Gon, for the first time that night, really laughed. "Drink up,
Padawan."

Obi-Wan downed the drink and reached for another for the next round.
Qui-Gon said the tongue twister perfectly, again. Then, it was back to
Obi-Wan. This time, he made it all the way through without a mistake.
Nobody messed up in the third round, either. On the fourth, though,
Qui-Gon finally messed up. "Master Maze's Mop Met Malicious Murderous
Mayhem In A Barber Hop."

Qui-Gon drank down and they continued. Both Master and Padawan went a
few more rounds, each messed up at least every other round. They were
now pretty drunk and slurred their way through the phrase, but they
didn't really care anymore if they got it right or not.

Obi-Wan waved his hand in the air as if he were conducting a symphony.
"Masser Ace's Mop Bet Malissus Murteris Mahem En A Barbar Shap."

Qui-Gon's insides laughed so hard he couldn't make a noise and soon tears
streamed down his face. (AN: I know it sounds pretty odd, perhaps, but
it's possible. I know because I've done it before.) Obi-Wan practically
gurgled down his drink as he giggled, spitting some of the alcohol onto
his tunic and robe in the process. He finally managed to swallow it all.
"You...your turn, Mastah."

Qui-Gon latest version didn't come out any better. "Mastah Masuhs Moc
Mat Melisas Murdesus Mathem E Ah Baker Sho."

Qui-Gon started to laugh again and his drink never made it to his mouth,
instead it spilled across the table. The two of them made quite a
racket, even in such a noisy nightclub. The waitress came over with a
rag and started to clean up the mess.
"I think the two of ya have had enough to drink. Ya should go home and
sleep it off."

Qui-Gon only nodded as Obi-Wan, who was treating, paid for the drinks.
Together, they got up and stumbled out of the club and headed back to
their rooms. It took them much longer, of course, to get back than it
did to leave them. They weaved through the nearly empty streets as they
giggled to themselves. Everybody they crossed gave the two drunk Jedi
odd looks but neither of them noticed or cared.

They had just gotten in through the door when the whole night proved too
much for the habitually sober Jedi Master. Qui-Gon didn't even make it
to a chair or his own bed. He fell face-first on the floor in the middle
of the sitting room. Obi-Wan, being the younger and more of a drinker,
at least made it a bit further. After he traveled down the, what now
seemed impossibly long, hallway, he suddenly got a bit dizzy. He
collapsed in the doorway to his bedroom. His legs were sprawled out into
the hall, and turned it into a obstacle course. Each Jedi now had his
own place to spend what was left of the night.

The next morning...

Qui-Gon was the first to wake up. He couldn't believe the headache he
had. He lifted his head slightly and looked around. A confused look
spread across his face as he couldn't figure out why he had been sleeping
on the floor and not in his bedroom. After he struggled a bit, he slowly
made it to his feet. He used his Jedi powers and calmed the battle that
raged in his skull and set off to go splash some water on his face. He
stumbled down the hallway and suddenly, for no reason at all it seemed,
he went flying, literally.

Qui-Gon's headache was soon on its way back as his head met the floor.
He was too stunned for a moment to do anything and just lay there as he
breathed in the carpet. After a minute he rolled over to see what had
caused his current predicament. At first he didn't know what was going
on when all he saw was a pair of legs in the hallway. He sat up and his
eyes followed the legs into Obi-Wan's room. Qui-Gon couldn't help but
laugh. Obi-Wan looked like an angel...a drooling angel but an angel at
any rate. His arms were curled up under his head and drool marked its
way down the side of his face where he'd then drooled all over his arm
and the floor.

Qui-Gon decided to leave him like that and went back to his task of
getting freshened up a bit. On his way back he, carefully, stepped over
Obi-Wan into his room. He kneeled down beside his Padawan's head and
reached out and grabbed his braid. Then, he tugged on it. It took a lot
of tugging before Obi-Wan even stirred. Eventually, Obi-Wan's eyes
flickered open and the same confused look Qui-Gon had worn earlier
flashed across his face. He looked around for what pulled at his hair
and his eyes finally rested on his Master.

"Good morning, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon smiled down at him.

Obi-Wan squinted a bit. "Guh moring."

Qui-Gon laughed, his Padawan still seemed drunk instead of suffering the
effects of a hangover. "Why don't we get you at least *on* the bed so
you can sleep the rest of the morning away a bit more comfortably."

Obi-Wan looked longingly at his bed and nodded. "Yuh, shure."

With Qui-Gon to lean on, he made it to his feet and stumbled a bit to the
bed. Qui-Gon let go and he crawled the rest of the way on it and, soon,
fell back asleep. Before he closed the door, Qui-Gon turned and looked
at Obi-Wan. "I hope I never let you talk me into playing a drinking
game, again."