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Date: 2019-12-16 04:06 pm (UTC)It is, isn't it? Not a face Jim Kirk would have said he expected to show up after all this time. Things have never been easy between the captains, never as easy as Jim would have wanted them to be at any rate. Han Solo is a hell of a pilot. He's always been a guy Jim's found more in common with than not, and maybe because of that they also have never really Quite clicked as well as they could have otherwise.
It's been years now, for both of them. Jim grabs up a Colovian ale off one of the tables he's passing by and hurries over toward the bonfire. Han Solo looks as calm as ever. Whatever adventures the man may have been up to since the last time they crossed paths don't show in his affected casualness.
"Hey there, Captain." Jim waits until he has the man's attention to toss him the bottle. There's a quirk to the side of his mouth he gets when he's trying not to grin outright and in the process of failing. "It's been a while. This seat taken?"