Disclaimer: Everything SW belongs to George Lucas. The song, Sunday Morning After, belongs to Amanda Marshall
Author's Note: This story takes place the morning after ROTJ.
Rebels Like to Party
I woke up with a killer hangover
Hope it was worth all this pain
(I'd do it all over again)
By the time the party was over
Tequila was my claim to fame
(I couldn't remember my name)
Lando Calrissian rolled over in bed and immediately wished he hadn't. His stomach flipped slowly, threatening to crawl up his throat and out his mouth if he so much as breathed wrong. Vaguely, he was aware of straw pressing into his bare back.
The closer to consciousness he got, the more the Rebel General realized his head was pounding. He distinctly remembered flying the Falcon out of the Death Star, hearing Han say he was getting married, and then a furry little creature about a meter tall handing him a bowl full of clear liquid…
I was dancing with Jake when I last saw my keys
That was my first mistake
'Cause, what happened to me?
I look down at my arm, baby
And something's lookin' back at me
And I cannot believe it
Somewhere along the line, more furry creatures had produced more bowls of liquid. Han and Luke had several too; they all started singing old Rodian tavern songs…
Now Lando became aware that his left arm hurt. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked over to the source of the pain. A large Kryat dragon circled the length of his bicep, its head on his shoulder and tail at his elbow.
Oh my God!-- I woke up with a snake tattoo
Oh my God!-- and I think that my tongue's pierced, too
Oh my God!-- Oh my God!
It's the Sunday morning after
And baby, who the hell are you?
If he'd had the energy, Lando might have groaned and rolled his eyes. He started to yawn and realized his tongue was swollen. Had he drank any blue milk last night? Of course, if he had, his allergies would have killed him by now…
He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and winced. Something cold and metallic was sticking through both sides of his tongue. More questions with each movement, and no answers.
A sound came from beside him and Lando slowly turned his head. A curtain of long blond hair covered the right side of his body and the naked woman next to him. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place her.
I remember yelling, "Hey, DJ!"
"Jack the volume, I love this song!"
(And then it all gets hazy)
And my clothes are selling on e-bay
And I don't know what I'm gonna put on
(Where were my friends to save me?)
More things from the previous night's escapades came to him. The Ewoks had gotten a little tipsy and the music had gotten more intense. Wedge took over at one point and started banging out the rhythm to a song they all knew from their childhoods.
What Lando couldn't remember was when he'd climbed into this tiny hut or when he'd had on his clothes last. He wondered if Han and Luke were meeting similar fates that morning.
I blacked out I came to
And it's all such a blur
Had a blast, I assume
But I'm really not sure
Exactly where am I now, baby?
Wake up and tell me your name
'Cause this is insane
Clearly, he'd had an excellent evening. The Empire had been defeated; they all had a right to celebrate just a bit.
He looked over at the blonde woman again and smiled. Even drunk, he'd picked a beauty. Her long lashes fluttered and he wondered if she might wake up. Instead, she turned into his side, smiling in her sleep.
What troubled the ex-smuggler was that he couldn't leave and avoid the morning after discussion.