[Unlike Mara, Han is just not climbing on that bull. He's got enough problems without some mechanical bull bringing them up for the whole bar to hear, he'll do just fine with some shots of whatever they've got that's pretty damn close to Corellian rum. He's working on his third shot when he glances up to see Mara.
And maybe it's just the fact that Han's own son hates him, at the moment. But Han calls out:]
Hey, lady, I've got some shots over here with your name on them! [It's only when the words leave his mouth that he realizes that they might be taken the wrong way. Well. Kriff.]
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And maybe it's just the fact that Han's own son hates him, at the moment. But Han calls out:]
Hey, lady, I've got some shots over here with your name on them! [It's only when the words leave his mouth that he realizes that they might be taken the wrong way. Well. Kriff.]