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

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.

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"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.

"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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

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

"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.

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

Subtle could totally be her middle name! It fit in with the alliteration and everything!

"Try me," said Summer, who shifted a little, folding her legs in front of her and wiggling on the couch as if to get more settled in for a good story, just to show how invested and ready she was. "Besides, I've pretty much just had half a pitcher of very strong sangria, so I'm pretty sure any story is going to be super interesting to me right now, and this one's more fun by default because it involves people I actually know! Spill!"

"It's stupid," she insisted, and sighed. "During the pollen, he made a comment about how I wasn't interested, I told him I used to be, and somehow we both ended up yelling about it even though both of us are good where we are. There were a lot of bad reactions."

"Ugh," said Summer, making a face. "I swear, weeks like that one, there's only really, really good reactions and really, really bad ones, and the bad ones are so bad that that's why I usually hit the old portal trail..."

A strategy that had definitely not worked out this time around, but Summer was...very, very much okay with that this year, actually.

"Were you really, though?" she asked, lifting her brows after another sip. "Interested? Or was that just the pollen talking?"

Another sip, and a shrug. "I don't think I could get over the BDG factor."

That was...probably a lie, she realized, looking down toward the quickly approaching bottom of her cup again and considering the week she'd just had. But...whatever.

"I thought about it, at first," Rey admitted. "There was that weekend where I was a barista wedding planner where there was this thing on his boat... It helped get past the Kanan comparison. But he wasn't interested- I thought- so I got over it and it wouldn't have happened anyway. I only said it because of pollen."

"He sometimes looks like Shunsui, too," Summer offered, "at certain angles. If that helps."

It certainly helped her!

Not that it really mattered that much because she didn't really talk to Duke often, what with her sort of making that whole thing super awkward right from the get-go.

"But hold up." She held up a hand and blinked a little, because she was wondering if she was starting to get to that whole 'having trouble following the thread of a story' point already. "You said he wasn't interested--you thought??"

EMPHASIS on the thought there, yes. It seemed a very important word choice, given the context.

"He was worried about seeming creepy or like he was taking advantage, which he never was, so I never had any idea," Rey explained. "But we're honestly better off this way, I think. Things just got blown up when they never really mattered."

They were actually probably closer because it was platonic, and because yeah, she was pretty young there.

Summer rolled her eyes a little, shaking her head. "It's probably a good thing you guys talked yesterday, too," she noted, "or else this might have been a very different conversation."

She was also probably the worst person to have a conversation like that with, too, considering her...record.

"But I'm glad you guys worked it out, too. Is that what ultimately made you finally decide to get on outta here?"

"No. I was just tired of it. And I really should have gone back last week when Poe called," Rey said with a sigh. "I actually had things to do."

"And doing stuff," said Summer conclusively, as she officially reached the end of the pitcher with her latest pour and then already reached for the bottle of white wine to open that and top herself off, because why not?, "especially important stuff, is a good distraction. What'd you get done?"

"Setting up the garbage planet base," Rey answered. "I'm the pilot of our main ship and I won't let anyone but Chewie fly it. I don't believe people who say they're the best anything in the galaxy, you know?"

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

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