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Han had zero idea how he had ended up on the massive ship, but the people there seemed alright. After he had made sure they weren't from the Empire that was. They weren't had no idea what it even was which he should have figured from the fact they were all wearing such bright colors.
The droid and engineer kept talking about transporter malfunctions and ion storms, which Han understood nothing of. He had stopped listening and watched the man who he been told was the first officer. Riker was his name. He was intently listening to what all the others were saying, seeming to understand. Which mean he had a brain to go with his good looks. Exactly the kind of man Han was attracted to.
At some point Riker seemed to catch on that Han was watching him. He made eye contact and must have seen something in his eyes that gave away his thoughts. Because he flashed a smile that promised all kinds of things after they got out of the meeting, assuming it they didn't just send Han home.
Thankfully they didn't, and Riker invited him for a drink at the on-ship bar. He gladly accepted.