Written for the 12 Days of Christmas challenge at Caesar's Palace. Kind of crack-ish, mostly awful, sorry.

WC: 132

"It's honestly kind of impossible for shipmates to be anything but friends." Han hardens his face, his jaw bulging. "Anyway, kid, I'm just getting you to your destination. Then you owe me."

Luke raises his eyebrows. "Oh, really? What about Harry and Sally?"

"Those punks?" Han scoffs. "They're nothing more than some newbies out on the road. Too busy smooching to notice when an asteroid is about to hit."

Shrugging, Luke silently agrees. They did almost get killed once. It was the talk of the galaxy. Harry and Sally have been running around on an eternal honeymoon, and almost everyone living in a trading city knows that.

"I thought Harry's motto was that a man and a woman can't remain friends," Luke offers weakly.

"Well it's a good thing we're both men."