This was either the second or the third drabble in this series I wrote, as I'm not posting these in the order I wrote them, and I spent at least half an hour researching Star Wars-specific alcoholic beverages. Of course, I had to settle on one of the most common and uninteresting...
I only plan on three chapters after this one, so if you have an idea you'd like to see written, now is the time to let me know.
Review?
It wasn't unusual to find Rham Kota passed out, half off his seat in the cockpit, an empty bottle of Corellian wine cradled in one arm. We soon grew accustomed to stepping around his slumped figure—even Juno, who made it clear she wasn't fond of the Jedi's habit of drinking himself into a coma. PROXY's complaints that it would be more convenient to stuff him into his miniscule quarters went, more often than not, unacknowledged. We never spoke about it, but I could tell Juno found the ex-Jedi's quiet but still there breaths as reassuring as I did.