Malice lay there drenched in wasted beer. He stood up his anger boiling over as he stared at Han.
*You made a big mistake wasting beer. You will pay for that*
Malice began drawing on his anger and the force. he could feel the temperature of his body rising.
*Here's a little present for you Han. It'll be a real scorcher of a present too*
A sinister laugh rang out as Malice opened his mouth. a stream of fire shot out heading straight for Han. Using a bit of Sith sorcery that he knew, a image appeard on the head of the fire. In a moment Han saw the face of a cobra staring at him. The fire edged ever closer, lighting whatever table and chairs it touched in it's path.