New fanfic! Alright! My first full length SW fic and goodness, it's going to be a long one. Current number of chapters planned: 79. It's going to be a very slow paced but then again, a lot happens. Hopefully it'll be interesting.
Please forgive any OOC-ness in the characters; the only SW characters I have experience with is Kylo and Hux (and even that's still recent).
Some warnings of what to expect in general for the story: alcoholism, swearing, major angst, character death. For this chapter though, the only thing to keep an eye out for is the swearing.
I hope you like it.
Chapter 1
True grad night tonight. The finals were done and the results were in: they had all passed. Kylo was dancing widely to the deafening music alongside Tarken and Jakara while four of his other friends were sitting in the booth. Snoke and his girlfriend were nowhere to be seen but they were no doubt nearby, either smoking marijuana outside or screwing in the bathroom; regardless, they'd probably pop back up sometime soon.
"Hey, Kylo!" Jakara shouted over the music before taking a large chug of her beer. "We've been at this dump for the past hour and I haven't seen you take a single sip of booze. What the fuck? You're eighteen now and graduated high school! You gotta drink!"
"And what? End up hammered like you? No thanks!" Kylo snapped back. An arm was put around his shoulders.
"Come on, Ky. One drink; hardly harmful now, is it?" Tarken slurred, holding up his bottle.
"Give him a new bottle, Tarken. Don't want him hacking up blood from your stinking germ invested beer." A new voice snapped. The three looked up and spotted the leader of their little group: Snoke, his long arm around the waist of his girlfriend. Tarken removed his arm from Kylo, seemingly ignoring the harsh comment, and went to the bar to get the drink while Snoke approached the tall man and began to lead him back to the table, the girlfriend not far behind.
"I understand that you may be a bit reluctant to try drinking; it's something new for you and, truth be told it can be scary." The leader mused, making whatever was causing Kylo doubt himself slowly disappear. "But, you're eighteen now." He snatched the new beer from Tarken and held it out to the man, "And you're not Daddy's and Mommy's boy, are you?" Kylo snatched the bottle without hesitance and put it to his lips, chugging the bitter substance quickly to the goading of his friends. Within seconds, the bottle was empty and he finished the honorary ritual with a loud belch. Everyone cheered.
"There. That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Snoke commented while Kylo put the bottle down on the table,
"Tasted like fucking piss." He snapped back, downing a glass of water to get rid of the bitter taste, ignoring Jermic's protest. "It's fucking water, Jermic; don't be such a prissy." All the females laughed while Jermic brooded quietly. Kylo slammed the glass back on the table and let out another belch, this one much quieter than before. "That was disgusting; what kind of beer was that?"
"Heineken; true Dutch beer." Ben gawked at Snoke for a moment. A Dutch beer…
"Well, it was fucking gross. Those giants should stick to wearing those stupid wooden shoes and making their gross cheese; it's the only thing they're apparently good at." Snoke let out a hearty chuckle
"Well, seeing as you don't like the beer of the cheese eating, blonde bastards, want to try some good ol' Irish beer?" The leader asked, putting on a horrendous Irish accent, which made the group laugh. In response, Kylo shook his head, ignoring the crude comment his friend had made
"If I wanted another drink, the last thing I'd want is Guinness."
"You've only tried beer and you're already going to stop. Dude, beer is just the tip of the drinking iceberg; you gotta have more." Jermic intercepted.
"Need I remind you that of the eight of us, I'm the only one that has a job and that I have a shift tomorrow? And I'd rather not be walking around a fucking grocery store with a splitting headache and wanting to puke my guts out." The seven immediately began to argue, six against Kylo, the majority trying to get him to stop acting so serious and so adult-like for the night.
"Kylo," Snoke interrupted, the fighting dissipating, "Two drinks are hardly going to make you hungover, let alone drunk. Besides, you've got the build of someone who can hold their liquor a lot better than most. A few drinks can barely do any harm, especially if you drink some water afterwards." Kylo was quiet for a moment, pondering what Snoke had said, his gaze on the empty bottle of Heineken. After a moment, he turned to Tarken.
"You better get something that tastes a while fucking lot better this time." Tarken rubbed his forehead and elbowed Kelan. The man punched Tarken in return and rose from his spot.
"No beer then?"
"You bring me beer and I'll shove the bottle up your ass." The threat made all but Kelan laugh, the man sulking off to the bar to get another drink with a frown on his face. Still laughing, Snoke reached up and placed a hand on Kylo's shoulder.
"That's the Kylo I know."
"Someone who randomly threatens his comrade when asking a very reasonable question?" Snoke's girlfriend spoke, giving Kylo and Snoke a smile that would've made men melt at the knees or get a solid boner. Seemed to work on Snoke as he began making out with her ravenously; it made Kylo feel a little awkward.
Kelan returned to the table and shoved the glass into Kylo's hand, the liquid nearly spilling over him. Jakara gave him a tiny slap on his head while the man took a sip. He let out a sound of contentment.
"This I like." He took another sip, "What is this?"
"Rum and coke." Kylo gave the man a thumbs up while taking more of the drink. "PS, Ky: you owe me a couple of bucks; I'm not your bloody servant. You also owe Tarken for the beer." Kylo reached into his pocket and threw a bill of ten to him.
"That enough?" Kelan took a look at the bill, doing a quick addition in his head.
"If you got two fives, then yes." Kylo took back the ten and rummaged through his pockets for said fives. He found some and gave them to Kelan, who gave one bill to Tarken.
"Now that that's all done," Dalharil interceded, grabbing her Palm Bay can and chugging the remnants of it before crushing the metal with her hand, "Can we get back to partying? It's barely begun!" All of them boisterously shouted in agreement, Jakara jumping up to run back to the dance floor; Tarken, Kelan, Dalharil, and Jermic headed to the pool table; Snoke and his woman went out to the patio for a smoke and Kylo and Sela headed to the bar to get more drinks.
While he liked the rum and coke, he kind of wanted to try something else, preferably not something too heavy; his companion suggested a liqueur called Kinky while she took a Palm Bay. Weird as he found the name of the liqueur, it tasted quite good, better than the rum. Once that drink was done, he took another suggestion from Snoke. He suggested a Bloody Mary, a mistake Kylo quickly realized when they began playing Sociables and an ace (which was assigned "waterfall") was the first card pulled. It burned his throat and chugging several large glasses of water just barely prevented him from throwing up at the table; of course, his agony made his friends laugh. New drinks were ordered (Kylo returning to the liqueur) and the game continued, all of them downing a minimum of four drinks in the hour that they played.
It was nearing midnight and the bar was still in full bloom but slowly people began trickling out to return home or to find other adventures in the nightlife. But even with the reduced density, Kylo didn't notice an old, worn Ram truck with a number plate stating "Falcon" on the front bumper pulling into the parking lot or who came out of it; he was still too preoccupied, downing another glass of rum and coke. He only noticed when said figure was appeared in front of him.
"Hello, Han Solo." Kylo slurred, finishing up his drink and proceeding to giggle for no apparent reason; he had completely forgotten that his father would be picking him up. The elder man barely reacted to the fact that his son was addressing him by his name; he blamed the alcohol for it, which Ben had obviously had a lot of, considering he was swaying even though he was seated.
"Time to go, Ben." His so immediately shook his head, putting on a near childish pout, making the others (who seemed surprisingly sober) laugh.
"I don't wanna go."
"That is not open for argument." Han replied, grabbing Ben's black sweater from a nearby hook and helped him up, the teen nearly dropping back to the floor.
"Kylo's not leaving yet, Old Man." Snoke interrupted, stepping in front of Han and blocking his path, "the party has barely begun."
"You have been at it for five hours; Ben's going home. Unlike you, he has responsibilities." Taking a good hold of his son, Han pushed Snoke aside and headed out to his truck, carefully helping Ben into the passenger side. He happened to glance back through the lit windows of the bar to find Snoke still glaring at him. He ignored it and climbed into his truck. He had to turn the key a few times before the vehicle jumped to life and they were on their way home. Hs wife had made several attempts to get him to buy a new truck before this one fell to bits but Han refused. This was one of his most prized possessions ad he'd be damned if he gave up his beloved Falcon now.
On their way home, he glanced over at Ben, the teen obviously nearing the point of passing out but his mind desperately clinging on to consciousness while looking sick to his stomach. Han quickly rolled the window down, the chilly night air wafting in and making Ben's black hair dance. He seemed to like it as he moved slightly so that his face was directly in the stream of refreshing air.
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout… What a stupid fucking teapot." Ben muttered under his breath, his father looking at him, chuckling and shaking his head.
"Kid, you are gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning."
I feel as though I did not do a good job with Han. Oh well, practice will make perfect.
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