MHA #4; Friday Evening [02/21].

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had had a busy week, topped up with some absolutely ridiculous squirrel drama this morning that made her almost wonder if she was going to need the wine even more than Rey at this point, but she'd still managed to completely refurnish and redecorate her apartment so it looked like a normal person lived there and not someone who'd just came crawling back after literally blowing up all their assets in space and she'd also made that sangria, because, you know what? She was just awesome like that.

And then, after a quick hop across the street probably, eventually to the bar to stop in for a drink like she said she would, it was back to the apartment, to ply Pancakes with treats for being an excellent squirrel-chasing cat and to dick around the internet and Instragram some of her new budget-chic, emergency-trip-to-the-Isle-of-Ikea interior design until someone showed up to help her drink all this wine.

Because there was a lot of it.


[[ expecting one, but also definitely open for other pestering! ]]

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[thatwaslucky]

"...We're coming back to that," Rey said, because what the hell.

"I didn't actually finish the first," she pointed out. "Because that person I got bonded with seems to have gotten in touch with me again for the first time in months on Wednesday. The other story was Duke, but we fixed that so there's not much there.".

[somethingwithturquoise]

No, it was okay. They really didn't have to. Summer really just said it just so she could say it to someone, because saying it allowed it to exist somewhere else than just her own head.

A good solid Rick rant might be pretty cathartic, too, though.

But Summer's lifted brows and widened eyes made it clear she was pretty invested in this right at the moment. "What did they say?"

A pause.

"The person you're bonded with," she clarified, "not Duke, although that we're coming back to because I am definitely interested to hear that, too. Besides, you can't, like, tease a story and then resolve it literally the next day and take it back. That's, like, total girl's night party foul."

Said the woman dropping fat info bombs and then attempting to flee the scene.

[thatwaslucky]

"Kylo Ren," she supplied. "He didn't say anything. It's possible I started it without realizing it? I have no idea. I shut down the connection before he could actually say anything."

But she didn't want him to. She didn't like what he had to say anymore.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"And this...bond," Summer guessed, "it's a Force thing, right?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Yeah. We didn't plan on it, didn't always do it on purpose, but now it seems to be something I'm stuck with." Mixed feelings on that.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, that's...awkward," said Summer, who at first didn't really know what to say, because she usually had some sort of weird frame of reference for nearly anything anyone threw at her, but this one felt a bit...new.

So her next sip was particularly thoughtful, which apparently worked, because another thought struck her.

"Wait," she said, "does this happen only when you're back home? That shit doesn't reach you all the way out here, does it?"

[thatwaslucky]

"It hasn't happened here, but this is the first time it's happened at all since... everything," Rey said, frowning. And drinking. "I don't think it stops when I come here."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"And then," said Summer, blinking down into her glass a bit speculatively, "what is it? Like, do you try to figure out how to stop it? Do you just deal with it because it might be useful? Does it slowly make you go crazy?"

She took a gulp, and was wondering if she was just starting to finally feel it, or if she was just hit with good old inspiration.

"You know what you should do?" she proposed. "What you should do is, you should figure out if there's, like, some sort of Force sonic blast, and then work up your skills so you can amplify it, like a mental megaphone, and then next time he bugs you? Bam. You hit him with it."

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm trying to learn how to block him out. Which might help me in cases like last week, too," Rey said, tilting her head. "I don't think I can use it as a megaphone..."

Probably? She had no idea.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I mean," Summer reasoned, "you're still learning, right? Who even knows what you might really be capable of. And then you won't even need to block him. You just Pavlov that shit out of him."

There was, however, a pause.

"Although...there is something inherently satisfying in just straight up blocking someone, and that's just, like, on Twitter and Facebook. But to get to do it IRL? That's badass."

[thatwaslucky]

"It is actually pretty satisfying," Rey admitted after a moment. And she probably only admitted that because wine. "I wish it didn't have to be. But it really is."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yesssss!" Summer all but cheered. "Get it. Own it. Your own terms, Rey. That is, like, so important. I mean, look at last week, it just shows how sometimes we, like...there's so much in this world, or your world, or my world, that we have no control over, so you've gotta, like, really take charge where you can."

A sip.

"Or something."

[thatwaslucky]

"I... understood some of that?"

Which probably was again the fault of the wine but she didn't know if that had to do with her, Summer, or both.

[somethingwithturquoise]

In Summer's defense (or perhaps just to her detriment), shevwas at least one very boozy (but cute!) drink made by someone who had no clue what he was doing ahead of Rey.

So she snorted a bit. "But," she stated, "here's the real question: did you understand the important parts of it?"

[thatwaslucky]

"That it's on my terms?" Rey said.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Exactly, Rey!" Summer enthused, lifting her glass as if in victory. "Exactly. Now you're getting it."

And Summer was going to get to the bottom of that glass with this next gulp, or so help her...

[thatwaslucky]

"And he can get out of my head."

Mostly. It was complicated. All he had to do was not be a mass murdery douchebag, but apparently that was soooo hard.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Right?"

Like, seriously, just don't be a mass murdery douchebag, that's it! Easy peasy!

Ugh. Mass murdery douchebags getting all up in your head, via Force, microchip, whatever, were the woooooorst.

"Get him out of there," she said, kicking her foot in the air a little to mime a less than peaceful eviction. "It's not, like, free real estate. Pay some damn rent."

No, she didn't know quite what she meant by that, but it sounded good. And she was too busy frowning at the pitcher as she tilted it to fill her glass again to care, anyway.

"There was way more in this when we started."

Yes, Summer. That was how drinking things went.

[thatwaslucky]

"I think that would be because we've drank some of it," Rey said helpfully, giggling just a little bit.

And she held out her glass anyway.

"Which I probably won't be happy about tomorrow."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"That," declared Summer, confidently, as she leaned in to pour Rey some more with extra care, because, hi, new couch, "sounds like a problem for tomorrow's Summer and Rey. And it's fine. We'll just have to remember to guzzle a bunch of water later and we'll be good."

Because that always totally worked, too.

[thatwaslucky]

"That didn't work for me," Rey admitted. "The aspirin, too. I just had to kind of... hate everything for a day."

Was she still going to train tomorrow? Yes, and she'd hate everything even more.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It helps sometimes to just drink a little more in the morning, too," Summer offered. "And coffee, too. And terrible, fatty, greasy foods. I am probably going to destroy Mooby Land tomorrow."

And her diet, but whatever. That was already out the window with all the wine.

[thatwaslucky]

"I have to train," Rey said as she sipped from her glass. "I've accepted the consequences."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I admire your dedication," Summer said with a snerk into her cup, "but I do not envy you for it. But, hey! Who knows? Maybe training might actually help.

"Maybe," she ventured blithely, slyly, "yoga might help...

"And speaking of yoga..."

Was there even a small sliver of shame in Summer's face for what she was feeling was perfectly executed seamless segue as she hid her smirk in another drink.

Nope! Not. Even. A. LITTLE.

[thatwaslucky]

"It's not that interesting," Rey warned her, because that was so super subtle. "You're going to be disappointed."