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Leia Organa | Star Wars (mirrorbright) wrote in toboldlyrpg,

When she agreed to a drink with Han, Leia hadn't accounted for how she would feel when she saw him. She walked into the Deck 5 Lounge and spotted him right away, but rather than go over to him immediately, she slipped along the edge of the room to the bar and ordered a shot of something - anything - strong. She held it in her hand, her fingertip running along the rim of the glass as she turned to look at him from across the room. Her heart felt too full, tight in her chest. She wasn't any good at relaxing or calming herself, much to her brother's dismay, so she did what was most natural to her: she threw the shot back, squared her shoulders, and practically marched over to wear Han was sitting.

The alcohol burned her throat and went straight to her head - maybe she shouldn't have asked for something quite so strong - but it did its job; Leia wasn't thinking of her husband's death when she saw this Han, here, in front of her.

"Han," she greeted, sitting opposite him. She couldn't help but touch his hand, briefly, where it was holding onto his own drink, just to make sure that he was real.