Leia holds Shara's hand in hers as Winter over looks at the ring on the black-haired women's finger.
"I didn't realize it was that serious between you and Kes." Winter comments.
"Well I did move over to the states to be with him." Shara laughs.
"Yeah, I assumed it was because you were with him until some better American came along to scoop you up."
"You honestly believe I'd leave my country to husband hunt?"
"Well, I don't know. I was in England for a few weeks and any guy I saw needed serious dental work." Winter shrugs her shoulders. Both Shara and Leia laugh at Winter's comment.
"So, when are you two planning to wed?" Leia asks.
"Probably in the Autumn. I have no intention on having a long engagement." Shara says, taking a sip of her gin and tonic. Leia smiles at the idea of her friend marrying, the first of her friends to wed. "What about you and Tycho? Any plans to marry?" Shara asks, turning to Winter.
"Don't make me laugh. I wouldn't marry Tycho even if he was the last man on earth." Winter scoffs. Leia rolls her eyes at her friend's comment, knowing the woman was trying to derogate from her relationship with the Navy officer. Winter leaves the group of women and makes her way over to the table where the men sat, she slides next into Tycho with a smile.
"I thought her and Tycho were quite serious." Shara says, confused by the white-haired woman's reaction.
"They are. Winter just doesn't like to admit that marriage may be a part of her life. She feels that by marrying a man it makes her less free."
"What a peculiar thought. I've never felt that way."
"Neither have I. My youngest aunt however feels that way, she got pregnant with my cousin and refused to marry the father because she didn't want to devote her life to a husband."
"How did you family react?" Shara asks, setting down her empty glass.
"My grandparent disinherited her, but my father and other aunts supported her. My three aunts are very close to one another, they live together in the city."
"And your cousin? Where are they?"
"Nial died during the Italy campaign in late '43." Leia responds, looking down to her glass.
"I'm sorry to hear that. It must've been hard for your family."
"I wasn't home when we received the news, but it was quite upsetting. He was the first man I knew to die overseas."
"I can understand. My older brother died at Dunkirk, killed by gunfire. He was buried there, they decided not to use up space on the ships with his body."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Thank you. I like to think that he is buried with good men over there." Shara sighs, thinking of her favorite older brother.
"I'm sure he is." Leia says, reassuring her friend. The two notice Kes stand from the table, beginning to wave Shara over.
"Oh, I'm being summoned. Are you coming Leia?"
"I'll be along in a few moments." Leia says, sipping on her wine. She notices Han staring at her while Luke talked to him. He winks as he notices that he caught her eye. She smiles, and looks down at the ground; finding the resolve to walk over to the table.
As she takes her first steps towards the table, a blonde man cuts off her route.
"Leia, I wasn't expecting to see you here. I thought your frequented the ladies lounge."
"Well you seem to forget that the bar is owned by a woman, Isolder."
"Yeah. Except Maz can handle herself and no self-respecting man would touch her." Leia rolls her eyes in response to him. "Hey, don't take it like that. I'm sure you can handle yourself, I'm just worried there are a lot of guys here who would take advantage of you. Especially since your father isn't here to protect you anymore."
"I appreciate your concern. But, I must be getting back."
"Leia. That's what I'm concerned about. No one knows anything about Solo, he just appeared after the war. I'm concerned about his intentions with you."
"It's not a matter to concern yourself with. If I had any reason to be wary, I would be turning to my family, not yours."
"Is everything alright?" Han asks as he approaches the two.
"Everything is fine." Isolder responds, not taking much notice to the brunette
"Yeah, I wasn't askin' you." Han says pointedly at Isolder before turning to Leia.
"It's fine. I was just saying my goodbyes." Leia responds, smiling at the blonde in front of her.
"Come on Leia. We were having a rather pleasant conversation." Isolder protests.
"I believe Leia was saying goodbye." Han takes a closer step to Isolder, readying to take physical action if needed. Leia grasps Han's bicep, trying to calm him and step away from the issue.
"Han, care for a dance?" Leia asks, changing the subject. Han looks down to Leia, a smirk extending on his face.
"I'd love nothing more sweetheart." Han grabs the same hand that rested on his bicep, making a scene out of the display. Han leads her to the floor, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close.
"Han, your too close." Leia states.
"So? what do you care?"
"People will talk. People have been talking."
"Do I look like I care what people think?"
"Not really."
"Then calm down princess." Han smirks, pulling her closer. Leia feels her face flush as their chests touch. Han leans down, "I think you kinda like the attention sweetheart." He whispers in her ear.
"Do you know what boundaries are?" Leia asks, pulling her head away from him.
"I've been told I do not." Han smirks. Leia shakes her head in response as they continue to sway. They listen to the jazz music that plays in the building, the saxophonist catching their attention as the player was playing slightly off key.
"What kind of shit is this?" Han asks, breaking the silence.
"I'm not quite sure if anyone knows." Leia chuckles. Han smiles at her laugh, loving the way she looked when she smiles.
"I've got better at home. You wanna go?" Han asks.
"Yeah, sure. Let me grab my coat." Leia reluctantly breaks away from Han, making her way to the table where her coat sat with Luke. She grabs the woolen coat from the back of Luke's chair, slipping it on.
"Are you heading home?" Winter asks, Tycho's arm around her shoulder.
"Yeah. I think Han has had enough of the music." She says, buttoning up the long coat. "Goodnight." She says, kissing Luke on the cheek before exiting the building with Han.
"So, you and Luke are pretty close huh?" Han questions as they walk down the sidewalk.
"I would say so. We've been together forever. He's a large part of my life." Leia responds, tucking her hands into her pockets.
"Is he now? A large as me?" Han asks, stopping in his tracks. Leia turns as she notices he was no longer next to her.
"What are you asking Han?"
"You know what I'm asking." He says, taking a few steps towards her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Leia turns to walk away, Han grasps her wrist and pulls her to him. Touching his lips to hers, he pulls her in tightly, deepening the kiss. Han pulls away from her, his thumb stroking her cheek.
"I think you do." He smirks.
"I do?" Leia smiles in response.
"I'm certain." He nods. Leia chuckles, pulling him down for another kiss. She pulls away from him. She removes her wrist from Han's hand, replacing it with her hand.
"Let's go home hotshot." She smiles. Leading him down the street, hand in hand with each other.