Giving credit where credit is due, the song isn't mine; it's Tammy Wynette's.

Jag felt so stupid. He had obviously scared Jaina off. Seeing many bottles of Blood Red Corellian Whiskey in the clear cabinet, he got up and stood in front of it. He knew he could handle it, how couldn't he, he'd gone through the Chiss Flight Academy.

Hoping to drown his sorrows in a few glasses of good Whiskey, he pulled on the cupboard and groaned when he received the resistance of a bolt. He grabbed the bolt, hoping against hope that it was old, and tugged, getting nothing but a sore hand in return. "Damn it," he muttered as he roughly let go of the bolt with a silent wish that it would break the opposition. With his wish not granted, he tapped on the transparisteel, again hoping it gave way. He didn't even receive a sound from the Whiskey cabinet. Groaning, he resigned himself to go through the rest of the uneventful evening without a drop to drink.

He left the room with his shoulders slumped and dejectedly headed towards his room. "Jag?" he heard someone call from behind him. Straightening, he turned towards the owner of the voice and was met with the 'great' Jedi Master Kyp Durron, looking as if he too needed to get his mind off things.

"Kyp!" Jag exclaimed in surprise. "What's up?"

Kyp closed the short distance between them and replied, "Trying to get my mind off women."

Jag laughed and added, "They confusing you too?"

Kyp grinned. "Something like that."

Just remembering the Whiskey, Jag's eyes lit up. "There's something that will make both of us forget women." Kyp looked at him curiously but didn't say anything, so he continued. "There's some Corellian Whiskey in the room over here," he gestured behind him towards the door of the room he'd had his date with Jaina in, "and I'm sure I can't get it out without some help from you."

"Count me in," Kyp replied, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Jag didn't hear his comment though; his eyes were drawn to a figure behind Kyp, making Kyp turn to see who caught Jag's eye. "Han!" he said in astonishment. "What brings you to this side of the [i]Dream[/i]?"

Han Solo clapped him on the shoulder and said gruffly, "Let's not talk about that, shall we?" Taking the hint, the Jedi Master fell silent. "What are the two of you doing over here?" Han asked, changing the subject. His eyes shifted between the two younger men as he continued, "I'm pretty sure Twin Suns and the Vanguards aren't stationed anywhere near this side of the starship."

Jag tried not to gulp before he replied. "We heard there was a nice stash of Corellian Whiskey here and decided to check it out."

Han seemed to loose his suspicion of them at the mention of alcohol. "What's all this standin' around for?" he said as he slipped back into his smuggler's exterior. "Let's go!"

Kyp chuckled as Jag led them through the door. "Where is this alleged stash?" Kyp asked, surveying the space. Jag nodded towards the cabinet in the corner and they all stopped in front of it.

The awed silence was broken by Han's whistle. "Well I'll be, they still have some Blood Red around. I haven't seen this stuff since before the Vong attacked," he said, still in awe. Kyp reached forward and grabbed the bolt. Closing his eyes, the bolt fell into his hand. [i]I knew he'd come in handy,[/i] Jag thought as he greedily opened the cupboard.

He needed to drown his sorrows in it and he couldn't bear to wait any longer. He grabbed a bottle and yanked out the cork out, spraying some of the amber liquid with it. Using the three glasses that Kyp had situated on top of the cabinet, Jag poured some Whiskey into each; trying not to spill too much, he'd like to drink as much as he could.

They each grabbed a glass, and glanced at each other. Noticing the other twos' reluctance to speak, Han grinned and raised his glass. "To learning the many secrets of women!" Jag and Kyp also grinned and clinked their glasses together. Then each of the men gulped the amber liquid that filled their glass, closing their eyes as the drink flowed down their throats. Han again broke the silence by saying, "I'm glad Leia kicked me out."

Jag and Kyp started to laugh and Kyp said through his chuckles, "This is the best damn Whiskey ever made!" Pouring them each another glass, Jag couldn't help but think that Jaina leaving early was one of the better things that had happened to him.

*****

"Den, this one time, 'e tried ta get a round 'ouse kick ta my head and I ducked, makin' 'im loose 'is balance. When 'e got back up 'e 'ad a chair that 'e came at me with," Han slurred as he recounted a fight in his smuggling days. He grabbed the bottle from Kyp's shaking grasp and tried to pour it into his empty glass. He concentrated immensely on the task and turned the bottle completely upside down. Jag burst out laughing and attempted to drink from his glass, but missed his mouth and poured it down his shirt. Han and Kyp started to laugh at him as he again made the effort to drink, failing miserably.

Kyp fell from his chair from the sidesplitting laughter that was coming from him, making Jag forget about his own shortcomings. Sitting up straighter, Jag sat his glass down on the table next to him, or at least he thought he did. He went to use his right hand to get him out of the chair, when he noticed it still held his drink. He concentrated on the table and put his cup on it. But yet again, as he lifted his hand, the glass rose with it.

He tried again and again, until he finally remembered that he had to let go of the object for it to be out of his hand. He finally got the cup to stay on the table and looked up to see the curious stares of the other drunken men occupying the room. He then explained what had occurred and was greeted with slow understanding.

Han grabbed another bottle from the cabinet and staggered over to the counter. He cracked the cork off and began drinking directly from the bottle, making Jag grimace, although he wasn't quite sure why. Deciding to ignore his odd feeling of distaste, he called out to Han. "Grab me one, will ya?" In answer, he received a bottle flying through the air, making a sloppy catch; he popped the cork off and began to drink.

Kyp crawled over to the counter beside Han and lugged himself off the floor. When he reached a standing position, he grabbed the bottle that Han was nursing and chugged it a few times. "Now I would like ta singing yin's a song dat de-sc-rib-es how womens should feel about us men," Kyp garbled. Jag watched him with a slight interest as he then began to sing terribly into the bottle, as if it was a microphone.

Between gulps of the amber liquid inside his 'microphone' Kyp sang in a 'womanly' voice, "Sometimes it's hard to be woman, giving all your love to just one man, you'll have good times, he'll have good times, doin' things that you don't understand, but if you love him, you'll forgive him, even though he's hard to understand, and if you love him, oh be proud of him, 'cause after all he's just a man." Taking a larger gulp of the Whiskey he began again, even more off key and louder than before. "Stand by your man, give him two arms to cling to, and something warm to come to, when nights are cold and lonely, stand by your man, and show the world you love him, keep giving all the love you can." Another big gulp and then louder, and even more off key he sang, "Stand by your man, show the world you love him, keep giving all the love you can." Taking a breath instead of Whiskey he sang the last line, "Stand by your man."

Jag and Han looked to each other before applauding the appalling attempt that Kyp had made of being a woman singer. "Thank you," Kyp said bowing. Taking another drink of Whiskey, Jag had to admit; he was having a lot more fun than he thought he was going to.

A knock sounded on the door and Han looked at the door in confusion. He stumbled over to be in front of it and knocked back. "Hello?!" an annoyed womanly voice called.

Han looked back to Kyp and Jag bewildered. "The door's talking!" he yelled as he stepped away from the scary door. Jag and Kyp also cringed as it spoke again.

"Dad! Open up!"

"Now it thinks I fathered it!" he shouted in outrage. Directing his next comment to the door he said, "You must have the wrong guy, I never fathered a door. Please stop harassing me."

"I'm not the door!" the outraged door yelled. "I happen to be the Goddess Yun Harla who is going to kick her father's ass if he doesn't let her in this second!"

Han rolled his eyes at the two young men behind him, commenting to the door as if the dilemma was obvious. "And how am I supposed to let the door in?"

They heard an exasperated growl and then the door retracted into the wall, making Han jump back in surprise. "I can't believe you!" the voice said as a young woman walked in and glared at Han, and then, just noticing the other two occupants she groaned. "You guys all went an got yourselves drunk, nice." Jag looked at the beautiful woman in confusion. [i]Got himself drunk? Why would I do that?[/i]

While Jag sat there mulling over her confusing words, she grabbed a comm. link and spoke quietly into it. "Daddy," she said as she grabbed Han before he collapsed. "Why don't you take a seat while we wait for mom and Aurra?" Without waiting for his reply, she guided him into a seat and sat down on the arm of the chair, putting her head in her hands. "Why oh why did I let mom talk me into finding you, you always are in some kind of trouble."

"That comment offends me!" Han said sitting up in his chair, looking confident of his remark. "Well at least I think it does," he finished, his face now full of confusion. The woman rolled her eyes and sat in wait for her reinforcements.

A few minutes later footfalls could be heard and a few seconds later, an older woman appeared in the door. Jag waved as he took another drink of the non-existent Whiskey in his bottle. "Jaina!" she exclaimed as she saw the mess the men had made. "I didn't know it was this bad! I leave him alone for a couple hours and he trashes a room, that's wonderful!" She then sat on the other armrest of Han's, making Kyp moan.

"Why does he get all the ladies?" Kyp muttered to Jag. Jag chucked in response and leaned his head back on the chair, letting his eyes close for what he thought was a second, when in reality it was along the line of minutes.

"Jag!" the woman called Jaina yelled.

"Ouch," he said grabbing his head as he glared at her. "Do you really have to yell?" he asked in annoyance. She nodded and he groaned as she pulled him to a standing position.

"I'm going to take you to your room now," she said, leading him out the door. He glanced back in the room and saw only Kyp and another pretty lady left.

Trying to ignore the press of the woman's body as he leaned on her, he asked, "Do I know you?"

"I would hope so," the woman responded as she dodged a person in the hallway. "I might even say we're dating."

"Might you?" Jag asked, his curiosity rising.

"Yeah," she said as they turned a corner. "I might." She stopped them in front of a door that looked exactly like every other door they'd passed and she typed in a four-digit code.

"Wait a minute," Jag said as they entered the room. "I remember you!"

"That's good," she said as she sat him on the bed.

"You're Jaina Solo!"

"Yep, that's me," Jaina replied as she laid him on the bed. "Since I don't know your pass-code, and you're barely lucid enough to remember my name, you'll have to stay at my place tonight." She then covered him with a blanket and she added, "And when you wake up, I suggest you knock on the refresher door before you open it, I might be in there and that would not be a good way to start off the day."

Only barely awake, Jag mumbled something along the lines of, "Don't wanna start the day." She chuckled and kissed his cheek as he drifted to sleep.