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]

"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."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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.

[thatwaslucky]

"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."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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.

[thatwaslucky]

"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.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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?"

[thatwaslucky]

"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."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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?"

[thatwaslucky]

"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?"