On the other side of Coruscant at Luke Skywalker's apartment; a Jedi, a smuggler and a Wookiee were playing a game of Sabacc. It wasn't often that the smuggler and the Wookiee came knocking on the Jedi's door, so he was immediately suspicious.
"So, Han. What's Leia up to tonight, again?" Please tell me you're not out with Prince Isolder, Leia. He held his breath while he waited for Han to respond to the same question he had evaded twice previously this evening.
[Maybe she's picking out china.] Chewie growled after he took a long swig of his alcoholic concoction. It's time for cub to put his foot down with her.
Luke was startled for a moment, he usually had to work at reading Chewie's thoughts and he only did that with express permission. He could only assume that their inebriated state had let all of their guards down somewhat; it was the only explanation Luke could think of. As he took a sip of his drink, he wondered just how interesting this night might get. I can't wait 'til Han starts thinking something…
"Shove it, Chewie." Han threw two cards on the table and signaled Luke for two more as he answered him with, "I told you, she's home. I can go out by myself you know. I'm a grown man." She's probably combing Coruscant looking for me, she'd never think I'd come here.
A broad grin snaked across Luke's face as his theory was confirmed. So you only came to visit me to hide from my sister. Real smooth, Han.
"What? You're actin' like you aren't happy to see me." Han looked confused by Luke's wide grin. You better not be readin' my thoughts, you sunnavabitch.
Luke nearly burst out laughing at this slurred threat. I couldn't not read your thoughts if I tried, you drunk! "Of course I'm glad to see you." He answered considerately.
[What am I? Chopped nerf steak?] Chewie snarled.
"And you, too, Chewie, of course." Luke shook his head at his inebriated companions and continued, "I just thought what with you just getting back and all that, that Leia would want you all to herself."
[That's what she has the Prince for.] Chewie slapped his paw on the table and hooted at himself while he watched Han's delayed reaction. I'm going to push you as far as necessary on this one, cub.
"Chewie, I'd hate to mess up Luke's apartment since we hardly ever come here and all. But if you say one more godsdamn thing about Leia, I'm gonna turn you into spare Wookiee parts and ship you off to Kashyyyk in tiny, little boxes." Quit pushing me, I can handle my own godsdamn business!
[Can I talk about the Prince, then?] He kept his paw on the table and tried to make a straight face as he goaded his best friend mercilessly.
"That's it!" Han went to stand up and toppled over towards Luke.
"Alright, that's enough, Chewie. Quit picking on Han, would ya?" Luke shot Chewie a disapproving glare while he straightened Han back up in his chair.
"Yeah, listen to Luke or I'll have him go wicked Jedi on ya or somethin'." Han slurred at Chewie. Wicked Jedi. That's pretty good, Solo.
[Always waiting for someone else to fight your battles, huh?] Chewie flinched when he finished his sentence in what looked like anticipation of Han jumping over the table at him. You must be really drunk if you are letting me get away with that one, cub.
Han just sat there and stared at the Wookiee for a little while before he looked down at his cards and said, "I'm not going to let you ruin my night out, Chewie. I came here to have a good time and that's what I intend on doin'." If I wasn't so fuckin' drunk, I'd be kickin' some Wookiee ass right now. Maybe it's safe to go home now.
As the card game progressed, things got a little dizzying for the Jedi. Unable to block the thoughts coming from his drunken friends, they began to pelt him like blaster fire from an AT-AT. Luke started to get a headache from trying to translate drunken Wookiee into coherent basic.
Some of the more informative thoughts gave Luke some ammunition for a conversation that he had desired to have with Han. According to Han's random musings (both vocalized and otherwise), Luke found out that he and Leia had argued about this Hapan thing and he had stormed out of their apartment after asking her to marry him again. Luke could tell that Han was not worried that Leia would actually marry Prince Isolder, but that he was just upset about the entire situation and how it reflected larger underlying issues between them regarding marriage, Leia's commitment (or over commitment) to the Republic and her over sensitivity to the opinions of just about everyone in the galaxy but Han. I can't believe I got all of that out of a drunken Han. It's amazing how so many people fail to see how much more there is to this guy than meets the eye.
Chewie, on the other hand, was fairly simple to figure out once you were able to translate, and the drunker Luke got the easier he found it to translate drunken Wookiee. Chewie loved Leia seemingly more than he loved Han, claiming that she probably needed more protection than his life-debted buddy, cub. But Chewie was growing restless for both himself and Han. He had been delaying a long trip home to Kashyyyk in hopes of leaving a married cub behind on Coruscant and he felt it was far passed the time that Leia and Han should be married. Chewie blamed Han for not being more firm with the fiery princess and was gearing himself up to confront her, practicing his long speech in his drunken stupor. Man, how did Leia and I fall in with these two? We really are lucky. I must be drunk; I'm getting all sappy…
Realizing too late that he was getting way too inebriated to counsel anybody, Luke figured he had enough information to speak to Han about and resigned himself to wait until they could have a sober conversation tomorrow.
"Where ya gonna be tomorra, Han?" Luke slurred. Gods I'm drunk!
[At Leia's weddin…didn'tcha get ya invitashun?] Chewie went to slam back another swig of his concoction only to find it empty, when he brought the cup down from his face he found an angry Corellian charging over the table at him. Well, it's about time!
Luke watched it all in slow motion; Chewie's hand was coming forward while his cup lowered from his face as Han shot up out of his seat, shoving his chair backwards behind him. Then Luke watched Han jump up on his table, cards and drinks flying everywhere and Han crawling across the table on his hands and knees scurrying towards the Wookiee like a womprat.
"I don't know how many times I hafta warn ya, Chewie. That's your ass, now!" If I can just use my leverage off of this table to get him on his back, it'll be all over for the walkin' carpet!
"Han!" Luke yelled at the smuggler crawling across his dining room table.
Before Han could get his hands up and onto Chewie's shoulders, Chewie was rising up out of his chair and grabbing Han with his long arms.
"Chewie!" Luke yelled at the Wookiee and thanked the stars that these two didn't visit him often.
Luke couldn't help but laugh and as he watched the two rolling around on the floor, he thought to himself: Just get them the hell outta here, Luke, you can talk to Han at the Falcon tomorrow…