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]

"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?"