Music quietly echoes through the small living room, Leia fast asleep on the couch. Her untouched tea slowly chilling on the coffee table. Heavy steps move towards her, clumsy and dragging.
"Hey Princess." A voice whispers next to her ear. Leia stirs, her brow creasing in her sleep as the voice echoes through. "Leia wakeup." Leia slowly opens her eyes, revealing Han crouching next to her, her face quite close to hers.
"Han…You reek." Leia says, turning away from the obviously drunk man. He looks at her, his gaze narrowing.
"Well you don't smell so nice yourself sweetheart." Han says, taking offense to her comment.
"Han, go to bed." Leia orders, not turning to face him.
"Only if you join me." Han jokes, trying to get a rise out of the young woman. Leia sighs, slowly rising off the couch. She stares at the inebriated man, quietly debating to pick a fight with him. She slowly stands and moves past him.
"Goodnight Han." She calls, walking to her bedroom.
"Where you goin'?" He asks, perplexed that she wouldn't immediately pick a fight. Leia closes her door tightly behind her. She crawls into her bed, not bothering to change into a nightgown. She closes her eyes and uneasily lets herself fall asleep.
….
Leia stood in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a mug. She turns to see Han trudging into the kitchen, wearing the same clothing he wore the night before. He stops and winces at the sunlight pouring into the room.
"Good morning Han." Leia says in a loud high voice, feigning joy of seeing the man.
"Mornin' is there any coffee left?" Han asks.
"Oh, sorry I took the last. I can make some more." Leia says, still not lowering her voice.
"It's fine, I'll grab some later." Han excuses, Leia ignore the man and begins grinding the coffee beans. Han winces at the sound and excuses himself from the kitchen back to his bedroom. Leia stops her motion, a smile breaking out across her face.
"It is nice to see you smile." Chewie comments watching Leia from the archway. Leia's smile disappears, only understanding half of his sentence.
"More coffee Chewie?" Leia asks, the larger man nods and walks back to the living room. Leia pours the grounds into the old moka pot on the stove. Leia walks away from the stove and makes her way down the hallway to Han's room. She knocks loudly, and opens the door slightly
"Coffee is almost ready, I suggest you get there before Chewie."
"Okay." Han opens the door fully, his pants sitting low on his hip and completely shirtless. Leia stares at him, completely forgetting what she was going to say. Han notices this, a smirk spreading across his face. "See something you like sergeant?"
Leia rolls her eyes and pulls herself away from his doorway going back to the kitchen. She picks up her mug and stares at the pot, lifting it she can tell Chewie had come for his mug already. She picks up the pot and dumps the remainder down the sink, placing it back onto the stove top.
Han walks into the kitchen, he grabs a mug from the cupboard. He moves towards the stove and picks up the moka pot, his eyebrows knit together as he feels the weight of the pot. He attempts to pour what may remain of the coffee into his mug, only to get a few small drops. Han turns to face Leia, who was now sitting at the kitchen table.
"What the hell?" Han asks. Leia shrugs her shoulders.
"Huh, Chewie must've gotten the last of it. Looks like you'll have to make more." Leia smiles, standing up from the table. Han's glare follows Leia as she moves across the kitchen to the living room, where she sits with Chewie. Han looks over to the coffee grinder, debating his need for coffee, eventually sighing in defeat and going back to bed.
….
Leia walks down the street, listening silently as Winter chats away to her. Leia smiles as her friend speaks on, the brunette tuning out most of the conversation.
"oh, here comes trouble." Winter whispers, taking Leia's arm in hers to keep her close. Leia looks up and notices an older woman approaching them on the street, a maid carrying packages into a building.
"And careful with those." Her shrill voice calls after the woman. The middle-aged woman looks towards the girls approaching. "Leia, my dear." She outreaches her arms to Leia, who doesn't reciprocate the action.
"Mrs. Hapes, it's good to see you." Leia responds, tightening her hold on Winter.
"As it's good to see you dear. I haven't seen you since the funeral, how are you doing my dear?"
"I'm fine. Thank you. You look well."
"Thank you my dear. As do you, despite…. circumstances." The woman with graying red hair hesitates.
"Thank you…." Leia pauses, not sure how to respond. "What circumstances are those?"
"Well I heard your living in…undesirable conditions."
"Undesirable?" Leia asks, unsure of what the older woman speaks of.
"Well living with an colored man and a…well I'm not sure what to think of the other. Both unmarried as well. It does not look good for your standing my dear."
"Well actually, Chewie is married. And in current circumstances I highly doubt people care about my social standing."
"Well, the colored man being married is hardly any-"
"It was good to see you again Mrs. Hapes. But Winter and I must really be leaving." Leia says, cutting off the woman. Leia begins to walk, dragging Winter with her.
"She has a point, you living with Han is quiet questionable." Winter says as they walk a safe distance away.
"Anyone who would willingly live with Han is questionable. The day I care what Thelma Hapes has to say about me is the day I want you to throw me into the river and drown me." Leia responds, letting go of Winter's arm.