He hid a cough from what was probably some of the foulest swill this side of the galaxy.

"Proving a point!" He exclaimed despite the churning feeling of regret in his stomach. Apparently Ben couldn't go more than ten minutes without getting himself into some kind of trouble. The bartender rolled his eyes at Ben'a next insult.

"Yeah, you vomit on my bar, I personally throw your scrawny ass out the back door..." The man threatened, turning to Han. "Okay. What'll it be?"