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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"Hey, sugar," Maureen greeted as she walked by on her way from the beach. She was wearing a white bikini, a pink sarong draped loosely around her waist. "Looks like you're having fun."
Han was only slighty intoxicated at this point and threw her his trademark lopsided grin. "The best. And hey look! It just got better." He leaned back against one of the barrels in a confident sprawl. " Can I interest the lady in a drink?"
"Oh, you certainly can," Maureen said with a grin.
Player ran up behind her, running in a circle around her legs. He'd gotten a lot bigger since January, but she still didn't have much trouble bending down and scooping him up before approaching Han.
Han didn't even bother moving from his sprawl, just lifted the bottle and indicated either the barrel next to the one he was leaning on, or the sand next to him.
Chewbacca got up from where he'd been sunning himself and panted happily over to investigate the puppy in her arms. He gave it a friendly bark, which earned him a half-hearted kick from Han, which was easily and familiarly dodged.
Sandor was never one to pass up the chance to drink-- especially not when it was someone else's drink. The man with the kegs looked like he'd been drinking the stuff for about three hours straight, if the slump to his back and the unfocused look in his eyes was any indication. Sandor gave him his best attempt at a smile, and toed one of the kegs gently. "If I can carry it, can I just take the barrel?" He didn't think the answer would be yes, but hells, it was worth a try.
Sandor squinted back at the man. "Hey, it was worth a try," he said, shrugging. He turned back to Stranger and rummaged in his saddlebag, coming up after a minute with the long-empty wineskin he'd first arrived with. "Lucky I came prepared," he said, pulling out the cork and waiting for the go-ahead to fill it up.
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.
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Player ran up behind her, running in a circle around her legs. He'd gotten a lot bigger since January, but she still didn't have much trouble bending down and scooping him up before approaching Han.
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Chewbacca got up from where he'd been sunning himself and panted happily over to investigate the puppy in her arms. He gave it a friendly bark, which earned him a half-hearted kick from Han, which was easily and familiarly dodged.
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"Where'd you get it all?" he asked, looking at the barrels waiting. "Christmas present?"
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