Cade had snapped out of his other reality sometime yesterday and had been drinking steadily ever since. Now we was up on the highest point of the island, swinging his legs out into the abyss and having a long, one-sided angry argument with the sky over his head.
It was profanity ladened and half in Huttese, but the gist was that Cade in no way appreciated spending the better part of a month believing his father was still alive.
When he ran out of words and beer, he reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a death stick. A blue apparition appeared out of the corner of his eye and he pointed straight at Luke Skywalker. "I don't even want to karking here it," he snarled, plunging the drug into his arm.
Cade made healthy choices.
[OOC: Open, sure!]