somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Thursday Evening [07/09].

It had been a while since Summer and Rey got together for one of these sangria nights, and Summer was really feeling like it was needed. But the nice thing was that the unwinding and conversation that had this time around should be way more positive and uplifting than the last time they did this.

Boy, she certainly hoped so anyway! That last time had gotten dark.

But tonight, there was plenty of sangria to be had, the cats had been isolated in the bedroom with plenty of catnip and their fifty billion different toys that they usually just ignored for pieces of string and packaging tape unless it was decided that what this evening really needed was some cute cat snuggling, she'd set up a pretty relaxing multidimenional playlist that featured heavily on the snake jazz, the space jizz, and the lo-fi hip-hop beats to chill to, there was a small army of hopeful nail polish bottles stationed on her coffee table, and while she waited for Rey to swing by, she was in the kitchen, looming over the glowing screen of her phone in the attempts to mix up an experimental mud mask that she was hoping to convince Rey to at least try once they were a few glasses in.

Dry winter weather was coming for their skin soon; they needed to be prepared.

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No one had been. The only reason Kanan even knew about Hemorrhage was because a fake kid showed up and that definitely necessitated some emergency pancakes.

"Right?" Summer enthused. "Because it's super weird, right? How many people have had a secret husband from an alternate post-apocalyptic version of Earth while they were still in high school? And what kind of person would just be cool with something like that? But right now there's this guy in a warehouse probably poking at some way to stop the fucking polar ice caps from melting right now who was just all 'yeah, okay, whatever, here, I made you a jello shot machine and a laser pointer to entertain your cat, wanna go get tacos in Mexico?' about it, and that's what I can't wrap my head around."

Yeah, this had been building up for a bit, which was why Summer definitely wanted to focus on Rey that evening, but a small crack was sometimes all you needed.

"And I don't really want to. I'd go nuts if I tried."

"It's because you're great, and the exact opposite of boring," Rey said firmly. "And he can see that. That's probably really all there is to it."

Ignore that Rey was a hypocrite.

A big ol' hypocrite who was getting such a withering look right then.

"I'm going to fuck it up," Summer pronounced with the utmost confidence.

"But," she added, just as confident, with a lift of her glass to toast to the sentiment, "I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it before I do."

And down went the rest of it and the reason she had a contingency plan for tomorrow!

"Focus on that second part," Rey told her. "Maybe you'll surprise yourself."

Forever an optimist, especially for her friends.

"I usually do," said Summer, and it was half-sigh, half-preening, as she paid very close attention to refilling her glass.

"Okay," she said, "enough of my bullshit. Back to you, or else I start threatening you with painted fingernails because I did not bring my entire nail polish collection out as a decorating statement."

She brought it out as a threat!

"I have no problem painting my nails, it just won't stay on for more than a day," Rey warned. The girly stuff was fun sometimes, there were just reasons she didn't feel like it worked for her. "What else do you want to know?"

"We could always do both," Summer offered. "I have literally dozens of different shades of pink if you're feeling nostalgic, but I don't think any of them are even half as sparkly as that Halloween dress."

This was a lie. Some were pretty much all sparkle.

"And I don't know," she shrugged, grinning a little. "What do you want to tell? Or, like, how did it all go down? What was the lead-up? I love shit like that."

"I can skip the pink sparkles," Rey said quickly, though she did check out the colors.

"There's not much lead-up. I couldn't sleep so I texted him and he came over instead of texting me back."

"Oh. Mygod." Summer was officially forgetting about the nail polish for the time being. "Rey! You sent a booty text!"

This was amazing.

The protest was automatic. "It was not-"

And then she fell silent, and picked up a bottle of polish at random like she was considering it, because yeah, she'd sent a booty text.

"Uh-huh," said Summer. Totally convinced. Really.

Her chin jerked up, grin going crooked.

"What did it say?"

"I asked if he was awake."

Totally innocent. It was a total coincidence that she jumped him thirty seconds after he showed up.

"You sent a u up?" Summer wasn't smirking, honest! Clearly just a trick of the light! Or the sangria! "Rey. That's a booty call so obvious even a pirate who's never heard of phones before coming here could pick up on it."

Hell, even Barry could.

"Well..." But she didn't have any kind of argument, so she ended on, "All right, maybe."

"I am so proud of you right now," Summer said, hand to her heart, faintly marveling.

Not only for finally getting it, but also for actually owning up to it, too.

"Because I sent a text?" Rey asked.

"And," said Summer, "you didn't deny it."

"It did make radio," Rey said. "And I'm beginning to think it would have been obvious even if it hadn't."

If people had picked up on it before anything was even close to happening...

"Hey," Summer offered encouragingly, "it's a very respectable trait, to be able to recognize when there's battles you just aren't going to win."

"Especially when Master Skywalker read those notes," Rey nodded.

"Ha!" The laugh sort of left Summer as a mild bark. "There is that. You think he'd say anything? That's a good way to totally make your training not awkward at all."

"There's a very good chance he tries to make it embarrassing on purpose," Rey said. "Or that he doesn't look at me at all. I'm not sure which would be worse."

"Definitely the second one," Summer decided without barely a thought. "With the first one, you can just, you know, prove that there's nothing to even be embarrassed about."

"And there's not. It's just... he's my teacher?"

And maybe it felt kind of normal to have things you were kind of embarrassed to talk about with an authority figure.

MHA #4; Thursday Evening [07/09].

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