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The first time they discovered Ezra's…habit, it had been on a mission that when asked was a success on a routine op that might have been forgotten if not for the novelty of Ezra being drunk. Even Kanan would eventually find the humor in the incident, though not without a twinge of bitterness.

The plan had been the simple transportation of data disks the Empire didn't like. Nothing at the level of highly classified intel (wouldn't that have been nice) but still a bruising blow to the Empire's ego. Seeing as the contact was someone Zeb knew on this planet he was sent to the local cantina to retrieve it. Ezra was sent to tag along for 'experience' which cause Zeb to grumble the entire time of 'not being a babysitter to some karabast kid'.

So Zeb had ordered a local drink, which was sweeter than he would have liked, and left it and the kid behind as he caught up with his old friend. By the time Zeb came back to the table, having just shy of too much to drink himself, he saw that his forgotten drink was nowhere to be found and Ezra had an empty glass of something other than what Zeb had left behind pushed aside for the waitress while nursing another almost empty one in a similar glass of an off brown drink. Concerned Zeb pulled the glass out of the teen's hands and finished it off. It was cold, sweet and surprisingly smooth but Zeb could tell from the after taste that it had a kick to it.

"Kid," He asked, uncertain he wanted the answer, "how many of these have you had?"

Ezra stared at the Lasat unseeingly for far too long.

"That's a really hard question." Ezra finally managed, laying his chin on his arm that was stretched out on the table.

Zeb's ears drooped. "Kanan's gonna kill me."

"You were supposed to keep an eye on him!"

Zeb privately marveled as this was the first complete sentence that Kanan had managed after about a minute of sputtering incoherently.

"I was! He was in the corner!" Zeb defended, trying to ignore Ezra clinging to his left arm. "Karabast, how was I supposed to know that the drinking age on this rock was-" Zeb floundered as he still didn't know what it was, "-as, as long as you can look over the blasted counter!?"

"Twelve!" Kanan shot back in an instant, "The drinking age is twelve! Why did you think I told you to keep an eye on him?"

"Because you're an overprotective Di'kut?"

Ezra apparently still had the wherewithal to defend his teacher, leaned back as far as he could without letting go and wacked Zeb's arm. "That's not nice. You're mean. You're just…mean."

"Eloquently put." Kanan snarked before he buried his head in his hand. "Just take him to his bunk, lay him down, and let the kid sleep it off."

"I don't want to go to bed!" Ezra protested as Zeb pried the kid off his arm and tossed the teen over his shoulder.

"Too bad!" Zeb said, ignoring the whining as he carried the kid to their room, easily tossing the teen onto the top bunk before he turned to do his chores.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it." Zeb said, almost out the door when he heard banging. Curious he turned around to see Ezra dangling precariously off the top bunk in attempt to climb down.

"No, no, no, no." Zeb said, as he shoved the wriggling kid back onto the bunk.

"I want to go with you!"

"Too bad!"

Ezra took the opportunity to latch onto the Lasat's arm as Zeb tried to pull away from the bunk.

"Karabast, I have other things I have to do."

"I can help!"

"You can't even walk I had to carry you home!"

"Did not! You dragged me to the speeder!"

"Close enough, now STAY!"

Hera rolled her eyes stalking down the hall, wondering what was taking Zeb; she punched in her override code to their door swinging her head into the room. "Zeb, What is taking you so long?"

Zeb twisted to look at her, his ears drooping in annoyance as Ezra fell from his bunk. "I'm leaving him there!" Zeb told her in a tone that said I'm done, I quit!

Ezra, suffering no worse for wear, sat up pointing at his roommate. "Zeb's trying to leave me behind again!"

Hera pressed her fingers to her forehead, torn between exasperation and amusement. "How long has he been like this?"

"He's always a jerk!" Ezra pouted.

"The whole blasted time," Zeb growled.

"O~kay," Hera quirked an eyebrow, helping the kid to his feet.

"Um…What are you doing?" Zeb asked.

"Come on, Ezra, you can sleep it off in the common area."

"What?!" Zeb exclaimed while Ezra cheered.

"If he's not going to stay put," Hera reasoned, "then he should be somewhere we can keep an eye on him."

Ezra staggered with Hera, clinging to her arm so tightly that he nearly tripped her. At the table, Sabine gave Hera a grin before the Mandalorian turned back to the holonews. Hera sat the kid down; turning to grab a blanket when Ezra laid his head on Sabine's lap and snuggled into a more comfortable position.

"Um, Hera?" Sabine asked, looking at Ezra and holding her hands up as if she didn't want to encourage what Ezra was doing.

"Kanan, love," Hera called without taking her eyes off the scene, "you're Padawan is a snuggle drunk."

"You're not serious are you?" Kanan asked, not looking up from the wall he was working on.

Instead of a verbal answer Hera helped Sabine gently pry the teen off, helping him stagger over and sit down where Kanan was working. At once Ezra wrapped his arms around the Jedi, cuddling the older man. Kanan looked up at her quirked eyebrow with his hands raised in surprise, accidently allowing Ezra a more comfortable spot. From behind them they could hear Sabine giggling.

"Well this is awkward," Kanan said gingerly laying a hand on the kid's back. "Wait, doesn't it normally take the second or third time to figure out what kind of drunk you are?"

Hera rocked back in surprise, a rueful smile on her face. "Well, Love, this might be the second or third time."

"Wonderful," Kanan rolled his eyes. "Well, he can't stay here; I still have to finish this."

"Don't even think about it." Sabine warned, standing to deter any ideas.

"Well, what else can we do?" Hera asked, "He won't stay in his bunk and we're all busy with maintenance."

Sabine turned to them with a shrug. "Too bad we don't have someone who can stay put while they do their share."

Hera and Kanan's eyes met.

Chopper was Whomping in annoyance waving a taser threateningly at the adults while Ezra held the droid close.

"Aw, come on, Chop, you're the only one who can do this!" Kanan pleaded.

"And I promise I'll be right here in the cockpit with you and you probably won't even know he's here," Hera pledged.

Chopper protested, pointing at Ezra.

"Well, if he does throw up on you, he'll be the one to clean it up," Hera promised.

Chopper whirled in alarm.

Hera rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll clean it up. And if he does, Ezra will be your slave for a whole week."

Chopper hummed thoughtfully. He gestured to the kid again, buzzing another question.

"If you do this," Kanan said, leaning against the copilot's chair, "you have my permission to annoy the ever loving daylights out of him as he suffers through his hangover."

"Kanan," Hera warned, but Chopper was sold, cheerfully plugging back into the computer to get to work, ignoring the kid curled around him.

Hera gave the Jedi a look and he shrugged. "You did the same to me a couple of times."

"I was trying to teach you a lesson."

Kanan dropped a blanket over Ezra. "One that I am passing on. And I want him to remember it."

Ezra looked up at Kanan. "Don't worry, I'll remember it later 'cause I remember everything that's going on right now."

Kanan shot Hera a look, gesturing to the kid and she held up her hands in defeat. "Point taken, Love."

Ezra groaned, rubbing his stiff neck as he pulled himself up and off of Chopper. He rotated his neck, seeing the Droid wheeling his head to look at the Padawan. "Hey, Chopper."

Chopper gave a loud WHOMVE, which Ezra guessed meant "MORNING!"

"Aw! That was my ear you're shouting into!" Ezra protested standing and rubbing the offended ear. "You make a losey pillow, anyway."

Chopper gave his robotic laugh, flashing lights at Ezra.

"Are you okay?" Ezra asked wondering what the droid was doing.

Chopper froze giving a sound that Ezra thought could mean "wa~it." and then screamed at the top of his electronic lungs.

"Whoa!" Ezra took several steps back covering his ears.

The door to the cockpit opened allowing Hera to storm in with her hands over her ears. "For crying out loud, I told you I'd be right back!" Her eyes landed on Ezra. "Of course!"

"Hera, something's wrong with Chopper!" Ezra shouted over the noise.

"Enough, Chop!" Hera shouted and the droid dropped his volume but kept grumbling something and gesturing to Ezra. "Whoa, whoa, slow down!"

"What's wrong with him?" Ezra demanded, failing to keep panic from his voice. "Can we fix him?"

Chopper raised his volume again but not enough to hurt anyone's ears, just to get their attention. Hera blinked in surprise looking at Ezra. "Are you feeling okay?"

Ezra gestured to his chest. "Why are you asking me when Chopper is the one having a fit?"

Hera studied him. "No sensitivity to light, no headache, you're not overly tired?"

"I'm overly confused," Ezra admitted.

"Soooo, you're not hung-over?"

Ezra stared at her when it clicked and he rolled his eyes. "Please, I may not get drunk often but I can hold my liquor."

Chopper rolled out of the cockpit in frustration, yelling at the top of his electronic lungs. Ezra chuckled as the droid left. "Guess I dodged that firing squad."

"Not quite." Hera corrected handing him a chore list that was longer than his normal one.

"Can I at least use the 'fresher first?"

She pinned him with a look.

"Is that a 'no'?"

Hera looked at the ground, shaking her head with an exasperated smile. Before she could say anything Kanan came in obviously being herded by Chopper.

"Gah, Chopper, I've got things to do!" Kanan looked over at Ezra and gave a mischievous smile. "HEY, KID, HOW YOU FEELING?"

Ezra shrugged. "I'M GOOD. YOU?"

Kanan balked. "Wh-? You're not hung-over?"

Ezra shook his head. "No."

Chopper groaned, waving his arms in annoyance and zapped Ezra as he wheeled out of the room.

"What's up with him? He's acting like he got gypped," Ezra said.

He noticed Kanan and Hera's eyes meet and Hera went deliberately back to her seat.

"Wait…did you guys tell him he could torture me if I had a hangover?"

"No~o," Kanan denied with a sarcastic eye roll.

"Only Kanan said he could," Hera corrected, ignoring the mock betrayed look Kanan shot her.

"Why would you do that?" Ezra asked, real hurt in his voice.

"Why did you think it was a good idea to get drunk?" Kanan retorted.

"I only had a few drinks! I didn't set out to get drunk," Ezra defended.

"We don't think you did," Hera soothed, "we're just worried-"

"-and upset," Kanan added.

"-and upset that you didn't think it through. You were on a planet that you don't know and had too much to drink. What would you have done if something happened to Zeb?"

"And before you ask," Kanan said, "he's in trouble too."

Ezra sighed. "You're right. I guess I should have realized that they were stronger than I thought they would be. I mean I mainly had something called a Jedi Mind Trick."

Ezra noticed that Hera tried not to laugh when Kanan buried his face in his hand.

Edit: I changed the name from "Moments of Weakness and Strengths" after a lot of thought since I realized it didn't fit with the rest of the stories I have planned. Sorry for any confusion.

Also a Jedi Mind Trick is a real drink