This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Lando Calrissian/Han Solo
slashthedrabble Prompt # 002: a pairing I've never written before
Warnings: Booze, implied upcoming sex.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
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slashthedrabble My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
"You're drunk."
Lando had to admit; Han looked delicious sprawled across his bed; eyes half-closed, shirt half-open, hair mussed. A less civilized man might have taken advantage of the situation.
But Lando Calrissian prided himself on never being anything less than civilized. Even if Corellians in general -- and Han Solo in particular -- never quite were. So much as he'd regret it, he supposed he was going to spend the night on the couch.
Han smiled his crooked smile. "Don't be an idiot, Lando," he said, reaching out. "I got drunk especially so you could take advantage of me."