It wasn’t a reflection of his opinion of Luke that made him qualify the purchase of the drinks, but rather a lifetime of dealing with the kind of people Han associated with. He couldn’t get too mad about it, though. He’d pulled the same thing on others when he was desperate enough.

And speaking of desperate, the food they rationed out to Submissives was worse than what he recalled them serving ‘en mass’ to Stormtroopers. Even a decent beer would be a nice break from the flavorless slop he’d been eating since he got here. Something to look forward to, even.

“My place isn’t far.” Han murmured. “You can follow or I can meet you at the bar. Makes no difference to me.”