How did I come to be here like this?
The first thing I had noticed was how thick and dry my tongue was. Next was the cool air blowing across my nude body. Nude! I sat up...big mistake. The 100 moks, which normally live in the Falcon's hyper drive where they continually wreak havoc, had realized I was awake and began to go to work inside their new home. The pounding, drilling, and dismantling they normal did in the hyper drive, they were doing inside my head. I fell back on to the bed with a groan, waiting to die.
After the eternity it took for those moks to believe I had died, stop their painful work and to go away, I realized two things. First was that I was not totally nude but I in fact still wearing my panties. The second is that not only was I in Han's cabin but I was not alone. (I guess that was three things.)
With a silent groan, so the moks would not hear and return to finish the painful dismantling of my head, I tried to remember how I came to be in this less than dignified situation. How did I, Leia Organa, end up falling a sleep on top the crimson blanket wearing nothing but my panties?
It had started as a typical day for this extended trip, repairs on the Falcon, watch Han work, day dreaming about Han, getting caught by Han while staring at and dreaming about him, and finally arguing with Han and stomping off to lock myself in my cabin and fume about Han. (As you may have noticed, Han played a large part in my daily routine.
The only difference this time was that later Han came, knocked on the door, apologized, and said he had made dinner for us. He had made a favorite dish of mine and served a nice bottle of wine. He was charming and witty. After dinner we had a normal friendly conversation while we drank more of the wine. Afterwards we danced to the sultry sounds of a Corellian singer. Chewie joined us then so we played games on the hologame board. We cheated outrageously and argued good-naturedly. After wine had ran out, Han brought out a bottle of Corellian whiskey. And the drinking games began. The longer we played, the more we drank and the sillier we became. After a few hours Chewie left us, growling he had enough of the two of us and went to his cabin.
Han then decided that he was tired of holoboard and wanted to play "few hands of Sabacc". I reminded him that he had won all my 'nuts and bolts', (that was what we normally played for), in the last game of Sabacc we played and I had nothing else to bet. He gave me a leer and said that we could play Strip Sabacc. It had to be all the wine and the whiskey, because I agreed. Not only was the look on his face priceless, he was speechless for a whole minute. Than he suggested that we go to his cabin and play so that "if Chewie came out he would not die of shock when he saw us as naked as a the wookie." It had to be temporary insanity when I said "OK." Han speechless twice in less than 2 minutes had to be a record. I knew it wouldn't last long though. But he surprised me by saying nothing and with a lopsided grin he stood, offered me his hand and led me to his cabin.
So that is how I came to wake up in Han's cabin and in his bed wearing only my underwear. A smile slowly works its way up through my misery as I look over at Han and realize I had won the game.