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[rebel_falcon]

There's a pilot at a table, long legs stretched out and expression tired. And grumpy.

They seem to be missing an Alderaan, and hiding in the storage compartments waiting for stormtroopers to search the ship -- his ship -- his baby -- his Falcon! -- is making Han more than a little twitchy.

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[will_scarlett]

Will has some food, its a stack of pancakes that's slightly teetering and tea and has finally figured out how to sit in a kilt,

"Good day, sir."

[rebel_falcon]

Han looks up at him.

Looks down.

The kilt gets a very, very pointed once-over, with a faint hint of a smirk the corner of Han's mouth.

"Sure, whatever."

[will_scarlett]

Will just grins, he can pull this off better than Atton,

"For a bet with Atton Rand, sir, think I won."

[rebel_falcon]

"Hey, I ain't judgin'," Han says, lifting his hands. "Ain't gonna stop you wearin' whatever y'like."

He's just going to smirk.

[not_a_hologram]

"Bad day?" asks Al from nearby, with his cup of coffee and a cigar. "Seems to be a lot of that going around."

[rebel_falcon]

Han looks up over his ale, smiling lopsidedly.

"I've had better. You?"

[not_a_hologram]

"About the same. It's been worse too, though, so I can't really complain."

He takes a sip of coffee. "Women, you know?"

[rebel_falcon]

There's a small, bitter twist to Han's smile.

"Yeah."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla is watching Han thoughtfully from a few tables over, and has been for awhile.

She does intend to approach him at one point, but she feels that going, 'O hay General Solo,' isn't exactly the way to do it.

[rebel_falcon]

People watching Han make him even twitchier.

She gets a narrow-eyed glare.

"What?"

[fighter__pilot]

Oh, she probably should have seen that coming.

"Nothing. Wasn't sure if y'were who I thought y'were."

He is.

[rebel_falcon]

"Probably ain't," Han informs her, regarding her suspiciously. "What's stoppin y'askin?"

[l33t_mouse]

At the next table over is a very purple computer sprite who is faced with the sight of the aforementioned grumpy pilot every time she looks up from her dinner. Eventually it starts getting her down.

Propping her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, she calls out, "Hey there, sugar. Ya got a little cloud'a bad data sittin' over yer head, an' I'm afraid it's gonna spread an' get th'floor wet."

[rebel_falcon]

Han looks up at her, irritated.

"You're making zero sense there, sugar."

[l33t_mouse]

Mouse pouts, leans back in her chair and crosses her legs. "I'm talkin' about whatever's givin' you that bad attitude. An' see? It is spreadin'."

Of course, some say the best cure for a bad mood is to spread it around. But you might not want to spread a bad mood to someone who's armed with a katana.

[rebel_falcon]

Han gives her a level stare over his ale, apparently unimpressed.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly's walking by, a little stiffly still, and concentrating more on not spilling her drink than on the other patrons.

"Hey, Indy."

[rebel_falcon]

Han ignores her, apart from the appreciative glance given to her because she's female. Obviously she's not talking to him, so she gets no reaction.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly stops, backs up, and looks at him again.

"Indy?"

It's a question this time. He looks... younger. And like he might shave sometimes.

[rebel_falcon]

Han frowns up at her, leaning back in the chair and tipping his head to the side.

"...who's askin'?"