So, I thought I'd post something different: some Han & Luke short stories. I've only got three written...maybe I'll write some more sometime. Title: The Right Man Discilaimer: I do not own Star Wars, it is the property of LFL and Disney. Han sat across his dear friend, nursing Whyren's Reserve from a short glass. Luke held a similar glass but was drinking a different type of liquor called Red Sunset Bourbon. The Jedi had never been a big drinker, but as he grew older, he saw the benefits of having a good drink in hand.He and Han had been drinking for awhile, with the Correlian three sheets to the wind and the Jedi had a slight buzz going.Luke lifted his glass. "Ever noticed how the light refracts through the liquid? It's amazing." He said in awe."You really are drunk." Han laughed. "Old men who can't hold their liquor shouldn't drink." He put emphasis on the "old men" part."Oh, like you should talk." He set the glass down and leaned on his elbows."I'm perfectly fine.""Sure, you are." Luke said in a patronizing tone."Now, was' that 'pose to mean?"Luke grinned. "You figure it out."Han shook his head, as if trying to dispel the haze clouding his brain."Sometimes it's a pain talking to you, you know."Luke pouted. "Now, I know you don't mean that, Han." He picked up his glass and swirled it. "That's the Whiskey talking.""Oh, shut your face, Mr. Pompous." Han muttered, disgruntled."Again, you're saying things you don't mean." Luke shook the glass in Han's direction, liquid sloshed over the rim. "See, because I know you. Beneath all that bluster…is something different."Han gave Luke a "now I know you're out of your mind" look."I'm serious. You're a good man, Han." He smiled drunkenly. "You're also one of my greatest friends.""Just one of?" Han looked affronted.Luke ignored this. "But, you're also my best."Han's face fell, stunned."After all, I wouldn't have just any man married to my sister.""Kid..."Luke continued, "Leia has always deserved the best—and I believe the best has always been you. I couldn't have chosen a better man than you for her."There was silence for a long moment."Han?" Luke looked up to stare at his friend. "Are you all right?""Fine…Just fine." Han brought his wrist up to his eyes. "Probably the Whiskey is all."Even through his drunken state, Luke could see his words had affected the Corellian. He could see the hint of tears glistening in Han's eyes."Probably." Luke agreed..