Han says, a few notes softer than he had when he’d walked up to her. Now that he’s able to look at her closely, he can guess how old he might be and that she was likely to be referencing him. Sort of. He hadn’t intended to bring the other one up on approach, but ... he always did love to talk about himself.
Han set his glass down for a moment on the nearest table. His own drink was of a much higher alcohol content and certainly a lot more bitter than a cider would be.
“Sorry. I can open if you like.” He murmurs. “I don’t think I know Kirk, I’m just friends with the bartender.”
no subject
Han says, a few notes softer than he had when he’d walked up to her. Now that he’s able to look at her closely, he can guess how old he might be and that she was likely to be referencing him. Sort of. He hadn’t intended to bring the other one up on approach, but ... he always did love to talk about himself.
Han set his glass down for a moment on the nearest table. His own drink was of a much higher alcohol content and certainly a lot more bitter than a cider would be.
“Sorry. I can open if you like.” He murmurs. “I don’t think I know Kirk, I’m just friends with the bartender.”
The only Captain Kirk he knows is on TV.