Who: Han Solo and Abby What: Caf!Pow. That’s all. Where: Abby’s place of residence. When: Present day, early evening.
Though it was obvious that there was no more Caf!Pow in his cup, Han slurped away noisily, pushing the straw around the ice cubes at the bottom. Abby was right! This stuff was fantastic! He felt different and had the idea that it was this delicious drink that had brought him out of his grumpy haze. At first it had been crazy trying to follow Abby’s rapidly changing train of thought. Keeping up with her in conversation had been hopeless! At last he felt like he was running at the same pace as her.
He’d sat down to watch the first Star Wars movie. He’d heard things about the Star Wars fans especially from his children, but that damn drink had him in a positive state of mind.
“You see that??” He jabbed a finger in the air, pointing at his ship, the Millennium Falcon, flying in space on the television. “I really do that! This is fantastic! And Chewie sounds just like that in real life! I gotta say I thought this Lucas guy would get it all wrong, but man.” The words spilled out of his mouth one right after the other so it was almost all blurred into one sound. Han didn’t seem to notice. He kept slurping at his drink, tapping his finger nervously on his thigh at a rapid speed. This was fantastic.