"Yeah yeah..." He did take the hand, though he missed reaching for it the first time. He'd definitely had more than enough to drink. (Han was really going to have to help his son build up a tolerance for the stuff, or never let him touch it again. One of the two.)

He stumbled to his feet, and tried to at least put what could barely pass for a scarf around his face again. It kept falling just as much as he kept dropping it.

"So, you have that hook up, or whatever you were doing?"