| ***** Krelo grinned wickedly and waited till her friend had gotten control of herself before leaning over to whisper in the smuggler's ear. "Hey, Lil, you've already been kissed, wanna get felt up by Jedi Master?" she asked irreverently. This sent Captain Demodae into fresh peals of laughter, almost rocking the tall woman out of her chair, which earned them only a few stares. After all, laughing women were hardly as interesting as a Jedi Master on his knees. "Kre, you are going to get me into trouble one of these days." "Not at all," the Knight asserting holding up her newly bought holocam. "Pictures like these will keep you out of trouble for a long time!" Lilith glanced down at her snug pantlegs and then at the rolled up trouser legs of the females already in line. The brazen smuggler shrugged. She'd done it before in emergencies, why not now, when it could forestall future emergencies? The tall woman wandered over and joined the line, skinning out of her boots and pants. Then she stood there in line, clad only in her longish shirt, vest and blaster holster. Krelo readied the holocam and stood up on a chair to get the best angle she could on the proceedings. She tried to contain a wicked laugh. After all, enjoying another being's suffering was hardly something encouraged in the Jedi Temple, but this was just too good a chance to pass up! ***** Jemmiah tried to stifle her giggles as Mace clumsily felt her legs. Obi Wan roared with laughter, checking that the whole thing was being captured on the holocam. Now, if he couldn't use this to bribe the master... His good mood was dampened as he caught sight of Kryztan staring at Windu with ill-disguised envy. Or was that Jemmiah's legs he was staring at? He decided not to consider the subject further, slightly worried that he would resort to violence before the evening was over. Mace moved on to Sybelle, who stood with a look of boredom on her face. "Sybelle looks thrilled," Jemmiah remarked to Obi Wan. "Oh, it's a regular occurrence for her." Obi Wan replied. "And for us" he added, kissing the back of her neck. Mace left Sybelle, who looked at Jemmiah conspiratorially. Healer Leona was next in line. She let out a little gasp as Windu's hand touched her leg. Griff clapped a hand over Sybelle's mouth, and they both shook with silent laughter. Meri had laughed so hard that she had hiccups. She was finding it hard to keep the holocam straight. Perhaps I should get a nice big close-up of Master Windu in front of Ambianca? Maybe I could get some prints and run them off? Let’s see. A couple for the crèche, several for the infirmary… HIC! Sith, swore Meri to herself as the camera wobbled in her hands. Steadying herself, she moved to behind Master Windu to shoot from the back. Now that DID look incriminating! Pressing the zoom mode, Meri homed in on Mace’s hands gradually working their practiced way up Ambianca’s legs. The look on the girl’s face was priceless. "I can just see the headlines!" Laughed Meri to Dex Berlingside. "Jedi Master gropes padawan in steamy Cantina encounter!" "What?" Windu asked. "Nothing." Meri replied. "You may continue with your prodding, Master Windu. But if you could just move over a bit to the left…" "Why?" Mace frowned as he complied. "So I can get a better angle!" Smiled Meri to herself. Mace had just about given up on number three. "Pretty skinny legs." He mumbled. "A bit like a Florizan Flamingo." Jemmiah grinned and punched the air at the insult to Ambianca. "Who is it, do you think?" Berlingside asked. He’d been impressed that so far Windu had managed to guess everybody correctly. "What, with spindly legs like this?" The drink had made Mace very bold. "Has to be Ambianca." "Correct!" Simeon applauded. ***** Lilith stood quietly ad the dark-skinned Council member's hands felt their way up her legs. The experienced way in which those hands delicately, but firmly wended their way was really very pleasant and for once Captain Demodae regretted her almost complete and total lack of midi-chlorians. The Temple was chock-full men like these, or so she'd heard. "Hmmm," Mace commented. "These are quite long legs. You wouldn't happen to be the lady my esteemed colleague kissed, would you?" She answered with a throaty laugh. "I am indeed, sir." His tone was smug. "I thought so." And then he moved on to the next woman in line, a fellow Corellian. Kissed by one Jedi, groped thoroughly by another. Lilith smiled to herself while climbing back into her pants and winked at Krelo who was getting every second of this on her holocam. It was no wonder they were called Masters! ***** "Next one." Windu muttered, crawling along on his hands and knees until he reached Jemmiah’s shapely legs. "Are you sure you don’t want to swap?" Sighed Dex Berlingside. "No. Stop spoiling my concentration." Windu replied as he let his hands slowly work up from her ankles. "Hello! I know these legs!" Windu paused. The group erupted into laughter. With the exception of Obi-Wan. "Hmm." Mace studied the limbs with his fingers. "Take your time, Master Windu." Grumbled Obi-Wan, watching as Jemmiah closed her eyes in feigned pleasure. "Ah-ha! The jealous lover! Thanks, Obi-Wan. This has gotta be Jemmiah." Qui-Gon shook his head in amusement at his disgruntled padawan, as Meri moved on to the next person in line. Jay Abran, dressed in ladies stockings! She laughed as she zoomed in once more for a rather dubious back view of Master Windu on his knees in front of a young male padawan wearing ladies undergarments. Oh, this video was going to be worth its weight in blackmail material! HIC! "There’s something a bit…odd here." Windu wondered out loud. He ran a hand up the back of Jay’s generously proportioned and pronounced calf muscle. "Sons of Florizan! This is a well built individual." I’m going to die, thought Meri as she fought for control of both herself and the holocam. "Whoever it is could play Professional Bolo Ball for Coruscant!" He prodded at Jay’s legs. Jemmiah stuffed a napkin in her mouth for fear of laughing and giving the game away. She looked briefly across the room to see that Qui-Gon and Dex Berlingside had been reduced to insensible heaps of laughter, sitting as they were with their heads fixed in their hands, afraid to watch the degradation of the well respected council member continue any further. "They’re kind of, how shall I put this…hairy." He ran his fingers over the stockings and pulled at the edges, which caused Meri to nearly drop the holocam. Windu paused. This was VERY strange. Who wore stockings like this? He would have said Jemmiah, except he knew that she did not possess legs that were built like this. And anyhow, he’d already identified her. He idly ran his hand back over the top of the stockings and then upward. If anything the legs began to get even stockier… "Whoever this is should get themselves a hedge trimmer." Mace mumbled. A gale of laughter broke out amidst the group, with Obi-Wan chief amongst them. Healer Leona had cried so much with the hilarity that her make-up had began to run. "What’s going on, Kenobi?" Windu sat up with the blindfold still on his eyes. "Nothing’s going on." Obi-Wan said in a soothing tone. "You just carry on enjoying yourself." "I don’t trust you." Windu growled as his fingers connected with the chunky ankles. "It’s not Depa is it?" "Not it’s damn well not!" Depa Billaba scolded. "Sorry! Just a guess." Mace was really puzzled. This was proving difficult. Big, chunky legs with hairs poking through the stockings…as he ran his hands upwards again he was hailed with torrential guffawing. "I give up!" He admitted to the sound of jeers. "Number two and number four have equally good legs. I declare them the winners. " Leona and Jemmiah shook hands in celebration." Do you mind if I get up now?" As Mace tried to stand up, he stood on the hem of his own robe and went flying forwards into Jay Abran, knocking him to the ground. There was a brief moment of tangled, stockinged legs and flailing arms to the wild applause of the now bawdy and raucous group of Jedi masters and padawans. Meri hovered as close as she dared with the holocam. "Show some respect, would you?" Mace tried to extract himself from the grasp of Jay Abran. "I’m still the master." He removed the scarf from his eyes and nearly died at what he saw. Jay Abran in stockings. Wearing the biggest smile he’d ever seen on a human being. "You may be the master," he pouted, playing his part with hands on hips, "but you can call me MISTRESS!" He winked at Windu. This time Meri did drop the holocam. "Oh, Mace," Berlingside wept with laughter, "if you could only see your face." Windu did not want to hear what Dex had to say about his face. The only face he cared about at the moment was Jay Abran’s’ and hitting it with a heavy industrial brick. Calm down, Mace. That’s not the way of the Jedi. By degrees the master regained some of his composure and gradually let his anger dissipate into the force. He gave his best attempt at a smile. "Did you REALLY think that was me?" Depa Billaba sulked, holding out her own slender ankle for inspection. "Of course not." Mace wiped his brow. "No, I was just…" "Pulling your leg!" finished Jemmiah, enjoying the discomfort that was easily readable on Windu’s features. "I’m sorry, Mace. No more leg jokes. I promise." "Me too." Obi-Wan agreed. He nodded over to Simeon and indicated a refill was on the cards for everyone. "Come on," he addressed his comrades in alcohol, "we have a lot of drinking to do." "Yeah, let’s get molassed." Jemmy smiled wickedly. "Really steaming." Abran agreed, fingering a small rip in his stockings. "Or legless." Kenobi replied looking at Mace with an evil grin. That does it, thought Mace. I don’t care if the little toad IS Qui-Gon’s padawan. He is SO dead. "Master Windu?" Kenobi appeared at the master’s shoulder, "how did you recognize Jemmy’s legs?" His expression had suddenly turned serious. Windu felt triumphant. "That’s for me to know," he replied, looking at Jemmiah, "and you not to." He grabbed an orangey looking drink from the tray Simeon was carrying and walked away, leaving Obi-Wan to fret by himself. "Mace, it’s your turn." Qui-Gon slapped him on the shoulder by way of consolation. "Yes, so it is." Windu let his gaze trawl the group for several moments, taking in each face and summing up his options. He let his stare touch upon Kenobi briefly before darting away again. Swirling his drink thoughtfully, he smiled at the table. "You all thought I was going to pick on Obi-Wan, didn’t you?" Mace didn’t look up from the tabletop but continued with his manic grin. "Well, I just want you to know that you’re all absolutely, totally and completely…CORRECT!" His eyes snapped up to the now very nervous padawan. "There’s not a Sith’s chance that I’d pass up the opportunity to humiliate this impertinent brat after some of the stunts he’s pulled over the years." He leaned forwards angrily in Kenobi’s direction. "The smell still won’t come out my clothes from that water garden episode!" He drummed his fingers loudly on the table. "So, what’s it to be, Kenobi? Truth or dare?" Obi-Wan was not sure he fancied his chances either way. "D-dare." He answered tentatively. "Good!" Mace rubbed his hands together. "Letina, ask the proprietor of this establishment if she has any hot Banajj crisps." Kenobi frowned. This wasn’t what he had expected. "We all know that you’re fond of snacking, isn’t that right Obi-Wan?" "I’ll say." Qui-Gon mumbled. "Seeing as eating is such a big favorite of yours, we’re going to give you the chance to do just that." "Yes?" Obi-Wan’s concern grew more by the second. "After all, it’s not without reason that your master has nicknamed you ‘the termite,’ is it?" "Did he really?" Kenobi glared at Qui-Gon who shrugged the heated stare away. "Rather apt, I thought." Jinn smiled. "You can clean out a refrigeration unit at fifty paces." "Thanks." The apprentice grumbled. "So what’s the big dare?" He wished he hadn’t asked that. The opened packet of Banajj crisps arrived on a plate. "Eat them." Kenobi blinked in dismay. "What, ALL of them?" His voice rose in alarm. "But nobody can eat more than four at a time." "I’m sure you’ll manage just fine." Mace cooed. "But after the fourth it’s like eating glue!" Kenobi complained. "They dry out your mouth and you can’t swallow…" "That’s a pity." Mace folded his arms. "Because you’ve got to eat the whole packet. He smiled at the horrified padawan. "Get munching." "This is beyond a joke, Mace." Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow at his friend as he watched his padawan valiantly try to force another crisp into his mouth. "How many is that now?" Dex Berlingside whispered to Leona, who was watching Kenobi’s facial contortions with a mixture of amazement and distress. "Seven, I think. I’ve lost count." She nodded at the clearly Ill young man. "I think he has, too." Jemmiah glared at Windu. "This is sick." "Don’t mention being sick." Kenobi said almost unintelligibly through mouthfuls of crisps, spraying crumbs all over the place. "Such a messy eater." Tssked Mace. "I can see why termite is an appropriate name, considering the devastation he leaves behind." "You are horrible." Jemmiah grumped at Mace. "That’s right." Windu agreed. Just to emphasize his point he pushed over the last four square, fist-sized crisps and pointed at the tray. "Get eating." He tapped. "Mace." Qui-Gon shook his head. "This is unfair." "Retribution, my friend. Pure and simple." "He looks like a Corellian Sand Hamster with his cheeks stuffed full of food!" Simeon observed. Kenobi broke off his chewing long enough to kick Simeon under the table." "Sorry, was that your foot, Simeon?" He asked with his mouth like glue. "Yes." Cates said angrily. "Good." He started chewing again, and felt distinctly nauseous. "Let him have some water." Berlingside suggested. "No." Windu insisted. "Where’s the fun in that?" "This isn’t fun." Kenobi indicated his dry mouth, hardly able to swallow. At least that’s what they supposed he had said. It was a bit difficult to tell precisely what the padawan had mumbled. "Not for you," Mace replied brightly, "for me!" Obi-Wan’s eyes pleaded with his master, who returned a sympathetic look which said ‘I wish I could help you, padawan, but…’ "I feel sick." He said suddenly, placing a hand up to his mouth. "Oh, that IS a pity. You’ve still got all those other crisps to eat." "No, I AM going to be sick!" Obi-Wan hurled himself up out his seat and out towards the nearest fresher. Mace watched him leave. "The boy has no stamina." He sighed. "And how many do you think you could have managed. Seven? Eight?" Jinn watched as Jemmiah followed Obi-Wan out of the bar to check up on him. "Eight? Sith no. I can’t eat more than three without wanting to up-chuck everywhere." Mace smiled. Qui-Gon levered himself up and made to follow his padawan but Berlingside waved him back down. "He’ll be alright, Qui. He won’t want you to see him all distressed like that. Let Jemmiah look after him for a bit. I’m sure he’ll be fine." "In that case I shall pick the next person on behalf of my padawan." He looked at Meri. "Truth or dare?" "That was a horrible thing to do to anyone." Jemmiah’s protective streak began to make itself known as she met a white faced Kenobi coming out of the fresher. "Silly question I know, but are you ok?" He nodded. "Sand hamster, indeed." He growled. Lowering himself down to sit on the floor he balefully glanced about him. "And where’s my master? It’s nice to see how concerned he is about me." "Quite." Jemmy agreed, ruffling the short-cropped hair affectionately. He closed his eyes. "Thanks for coming to see if I was alright." He mumbled. She hugged him. "I’ve got a little surprise for Master Windu lined up. I’ll show him not to pick on you like that!" She kissed him on the cheek. "You’ll help me, won’t you?" Kenobi smiled. "I don’t think I’ve ever had a female fighting to restore my honor before." "Oh, believe me, he’s picked a fight with the wrong person." Jemmiah reassured him, playing with the long padawan braid. "You know Gargamein’s Tattoo shop, don’t you?" She asked him. "Yes." He nodded wearily. "I’m going to put in yet another call to a friend and see if I can’t persuade someone to assist me in this little matter of revenge." She stopped and sniffed the air. "I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what is that smell you’re covered with?" Kenobi flashed a rather desperate smile at her. "Truth." Meri didn’t hesitate. She had no wish to follow in Kenobi’s footsteps. Qui-Gon looked at her. "What’s the most embarrassing fantasy or dream you’ve had involving anyone from the temple, and who were they?" She looked shocked. Sith! How on Coruscant could she avoid telling the truth about a certain person without them realizing that she was deceiving them? Carefully, she went over Master Jinn’s words in her head. The most embarrassing one was actually involving somebody else… "I once dreamt that myself and another Jedi were riding through the ornamental gardens in the temple onboard scooter grass cutters." She blushed. "What’s so wrong about that?" Windu asked. "We were naked." She confessed. A small round of whooping and hand clapping started up. "And who was the lucky man?" She gulped. "Master Yoda." "Sith, that was embarrassing." Meri muttered, fanning her scarlet face with her hand. "How do you think WE feel." Sybelle relied with disbelief. "I mean…urgh! Major URGH!" "It’s an image which is going to stay with me for the rest of my life." Simeon smiled. "What, Master Yoda naked on the back of a lawn cutter?" Qui-Gon laughed. "No." His smile became a grin. "Meri naked on the back of a lawn cutter." Cates sighed. "DON’T even think about it." Warned Meri heatedly. Jinn received a nudge. "Uh-oh. The wanderer returns." Mace whispered as a clearly disgruntled Kenobi made his way back to the fray. Qui-Gon’s eyes narrowed fractionally as he saw Jemmiah’s arm defiantly linked through his Padawan’s arm. So did Kryztan’s eyes. "And how are we feeling, Kenobi?" Mace asked. "No hard feelings, huh?" He stretched out a conciliatory hand. Jinn was surprised when Obi-Wan clasped the proffered hand very readily. "No hard feelings." Replied Kenobi. "I promise I have no plans for revenge." He smiled openly at Mace before winking at his girlfriend. Qui-Gon caught the look and understood the meaning. It said quite clearly I may not have any plans for getting even, but that doesn’t mean that somebody else doesn’t. Mace was in trouble if his fate was in Jemmiah’s hands. "Whose turn is it?" Kenobi asked. "Meri gets to pick." Depa Billaba replied. "I missed Meri?" Obi-Wan grimaced. "Not fair! What did she pick?" "Truth." Grinned Letina. "And?" Prompted Jemmiah. "You don’t want to know." Qui-Gon answered. "Believe me. The image is VERY unpleasant." Meri bit her lip with concentration. "I pick the illustrious Mr. Griff Rendar esquire. I want to see if he’s as good as his reputation makes him out to be." "We’d all like to see that, Sweetie." Drawled Lilith from the back of the group. Griff glared at the smuggler. Too late to back down now. "Fine," he said. "I pick dare." "Excellent!" Meri clapped her hands. "Your dare is to perform the Corellian Dance of Passion " Griff rounded his eyes. "I...I can’t dance very well." "That’s ok. I’ll make sure you have the best teachers." She looked about her. "You’ll need four partners, as you know, so I think we shall have…" Her eyes cast about her for likely victims. "Healer Leona, Krelo, Jemmiah and Captain Demodae, in that order." Griff looked as if he’d been stung. "You must be joking!" "Why?" Meri asked. "Well, because she’s…" he faltered. "What, sweetie? Taller than you?" Lilith finished off. That was the last straw. "I accept." He replied disdainfully. Inwardly, he quaked. The Dance of Passion was not only extremely energetic and fast; it involved a considerable amount of physical contact. Some might even call it tacky. Intricate twirls and spins were to be interlaced with passionate embraces and lustful looks. The idea was that the male dancer had to search for a partner amongst the four candidates. As he rejected the first and moved onto the next the dance stepped up a gear and got even steamier, and so on with each new partner. "This should be good." Jinn smiled as he watched the five dancers step onto the floor. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen this particular dance before." "Nor me, master." Obi-Wan let his eyes follow Jemmiah as she waited patiently besides Lilith. As he looked down the line of ladies and came finally to the imposing figure of Lilith Demodae, Griff really wished he’d picked truth. Dex Berlingside nodded to indicate he’d found some suitable music on the Cantina’s antiquated sound system. "Begin!" He smiled. |
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