"Don't get too cocky kid," Han replied, both because he was getting cocky (as it was a Han Thing To Do) and also because the guy's face didn't look like someone who was natural at shady bars and/or cantinas.

They were, however, part of Han's life for the past few years. He still wasn't a huge team player, but there was something the scoundrel didn't mind doing, and that was playing cards. After a little readup on the game, he declared it much easier than Sabacc and figured it would be therapeutic to send a few goons away losing everything. Hell it's what he did best as a scoundrel. The gun in his hostler was definitely not the type that had been given in this world, and his own. He gave an approving look at the ladies, before walking coolly to the table where their victims were.

He took a seat, not even asking, not too upright nor too lazy. Gave the other men a look that dared them to say anything about it, his hand on his holster.