It was something when a scoundrel of such a reputation as Han Solo decided he had too much alcohol around. It was an even bigger something when a smuggler was in the mood to share
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Hunter strolled down to the beach, twirling the sports bottle from his bike on his finger from the plastic loop on the cap. He wasn't going to turn down an offer like that. How many people got to drink rum from Han fucking Solo? Seriously. "Hey," he greeted cheerfully as he walked up. "Brought my own container."
Han took a long sip from his bottle before putting it down and standing up with a lopsided grin. "Well come on over kid. Let's see 'bout filling it for you." He waved the kid over to the tapped barrel.
Hunter wandered closer, tossing the bottle to Han. "Cool." He wondered whether Michael would be unhappy that he was drinking, or think it was awesome because it was Han Solo rum. Knowing Michael, probably both at the same damn time.
"Where'd you get it all?" he asked, looking at the barrels waiting. "Christmas present?"
Easily catching the bottle out of the air, Han began filling it from the tap. He snorted softly at the kid's question. "Heck no. Made it. Stuff has to age and I took my pick of the batch, now I just need to get rid of it so I can use the barrels for a new one." The bottle full, Han closed it off and tossed it back.
"Sweet. Glad to help, then," Hunter replied cockily, smirking. In general the island blew, but some days it was supremely awesome.
He took a cautious sip from the bottle, managing not to make a face. it wasn't horrible, but it could definitely use a mixer or something. "So how do you make it?" he asked curioiusly, walking closer and toeing one of the barrels with his sneaker.
Han shook his head, giving the kid a crooked grin. "I know it's bad kid, why do think I'm giving it away? Believe me, I ain't a giving kinda guy."
Picking up his own bottle, he took a swig before sitting down on one of the barrels, careful to miss Chewbacca sunning himself next to it. "Have a still set up in my cave. It's the aging process that gets me though, don't know if it's good till a year later."
If most people had called him 'kid' it would have pissed him off, but hearing Han Solo call him that it made him just a little gleeful. Deep inside where no one knew how uncool he could be sometimes. "Yeah, I uh...kinda figured," he replied with a grin.
"So how many barrels do you have, dude?" Hunter looked at the three sitting there. If he was giving three away, how many more were there? And how good were they, if they were the ones he was keeping?
And was there anything Hunter could trade to get some of the good stuff?
Raiang an eyebrow at the kid's tone, Han answered evenly, "Four more. Three are still aging and the fourth..." Han's smile got more cockily, crooked. "That's the stuff good enough not to share."
Oh, well if there was only one barrel...then again, it was Han Solo, so he wasn't likely to share with some random kid. "Cool. Well--thanks, then. I'm sure if you add some juice or some shit it's not that bad." He grinned and hefted the sports bottle of rum. "Let me know if you need someone to test the other ones when they're ready."
Han just laughed. "Sure thing kid." He lifted his bottle in return. "You go through that, come find me and you can have some more." He knew a young man's appeitite for alcohol after all.
"Awesome. Thanks!" Hunter grinned and turned to leave before the offer could be taken back. Not that he planned to get drunk off his ass any time soon, but it was good to know that he had the choice, and a way to get more if he did.
"Good luck with the rest of it," he added over his shoulder with a smile.
Han just waved him off and sat back down in the hand next to Chewbacca, digging one hand into the dog's dreads on his head as he scratched the dog's ears as he drank from his bottle.
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"Where'd you get it all?" he asked, looking at the barrels waiting. "Christmas present?"
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He took a cautious sip from the bottle, managing not to make a face. it wasn't horrible, but it could definitely use a mixer or something. "So how do you make it?" he asked curioiusly, walking closer and toeing one of the barrels with his sneaker.
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Picking up his own bottle, he took a swig before sitting down on one of the barrels, careful to miss Chewbacca sunning himself next to it. "Have a still set up in my cave. It's the aging process that gets me though, don't know if it's good till a year later."
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"So how many barrels do you have, dude?" Hunter looked at the three sitting there. If he was giving three away, how many more were there? And how good were they, if they were the ones he was keeping?
And was there anything Hunter could trade to get some of the good stuff?
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"Good luck with the rest of it," he added over his shoulder with a smile.
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