Born standin' up and takin' back.

BESPIN
It had only been little under a week since he had returned to Bespin. The Rusty Bucket was in the shop, much needed repairs to the hull after the near miss with the black holes in the Kessel Run, but to keep part of that experience, Eldin wanted the panel from the eerie space station intact. It served as a constant reminder of that, and for him to be more diligent next time.
His days had been filled up with sleeping, mostly due to hangovers, his nights spent relaxing and enjoying himself at the Vine, at the bar, the stool not having a chance to get cold before his return to it. Things were quiet on the work front, which was fine with him, too much excitement was too much of a good thing. Besides, he needed to lay low for a while just in case ORION came looking for their credits. Well, not really their credits after all, it was the smuggler’s money.
In his more lucid moments, Eldin’s mind drifted to the girl he had rescued from her destroyed ship, he wondered what had become of her after their departure. She is probably gone by now, hijacked some poor suckers ship and got the hell out of here.
He pulled the sheets off his naked body and allowed his feet to touch the floor. His head pounding with the linger of alcohol, a shaking hand reached for the packet of thin cigars only to discover it empty. Resting his head in his hands before raking his fingers through his hair, his gaze found the pile of clothes strewn on the floor, his black suit in need of cleaning.
The sight was too much to behold so he laid back on the bed and did not move. No one needed him today, no one would miss him.
He was drifting back to sleep when the comms beeped, piercing his brain with pain, the pillow did little to block the annoyance as he pressed it around his head. Nausea pulled at his stomach, probably lack of food and too much liquid, the pillow flew across the room thumping into the comms panel to kill the damn thing.
To no effect.
Eldin walked bare assed to the wall and opened the comm. “Sheriff Daine, you are required at the holding cells on block 11b. We have a prisoner here asking for you”. The deputy was met with a full-frontal view. “And put some damn clothes on Daine”. The screen went blank.
Vyri