"I don't have to listen to this!" He slurred, standing up. Chewie had a hand on him, but Ben shoved it off. No, he couldn't walk in a straight line to save his life, but he damn sure wasn't going to stay here. And he was perfectly fine with pushing anyone who stepped in his way, or more accurately, anyone he stepped in the way of.

"Yeah, get out and stay out, kid." The bartender was already waving him off with a roll of the eyes.