Luke hadn't been well and truly drunk since, probably, the celebration after the Battle of Yavin, and he wasn't too sure the Force and booze were a good combination. Still, he'd decided to come to this thing, and he was not one to shy away from that which terrified him, so with a little quirk in his smile he followed.

Just what, he asked himself, do you think you're doing, Skywalker?

In a way, the evening was shaping up a lot more like the holovid-fueled fantasies he'd entertained as a teenager on Tatooine, of running away to the core worlds, and the exotic things he'd experience there, than anything he'd seen in, say, Mos Eisley.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, as he hopped to catch up.