somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Tuesday Evening [07/11].

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MHA #4; Tuesday Evening [07/11].

Honestly, really, Summer probably should have just made some sangria automatically as soon as she realized what was going down last weekend, because it was inevitable, wasn't it, that it would be desperately needed? Although she had to admit, whipping out the quick jello shot maker on Saturday had been kind of a stroke of genius, it didn't quite have the same effect as a proper sangria night, and Summer had to admit, she was kind of looking forward to it way too much.

But she had her sangria (infused with all her favorite fruits that she was still able to get in from Rey's galaxy), she had some pizza on standby on the coffee table, there were little shot glasses of rum and the sangria itself for the squirrels, and Pancakes was hitting her nice mellow stride after a burst of catnip activity so she'd be nice and chill and open to snuggles if necessary.

Now all she needed was a bestie.

[[ for rey, although if you want to get in touch with her before that thread, I am down for it! ]]

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Bless Summer and her sangria nights. It had actually really helped over the last day, knowing this was coming, and right on time, Rey was knocking at the door.

Even if Rey was expected, a little peek through the peephole was necessary to confirm before Summer was going to open that door, because the weekend was a good reminder that literally anyone could show up, whether you expected them or not. So it was with a sigh of relief that she pulled open the door with a "You made it!" as if there'd been any doubt, and she pulled open the door to step aside and let Rey in.

"You know the drill," she said, gesturing toward the couch, where her stupid large sagria glasses waited. "I'll grab the pitchers from the fridge real quick."

"What does it say that we have a drill for this?" Rey wondered, making her way to her usual seat for this.

"That we're smart and prepared, because it's always wise to have a drill for any kind of emergency?" Summer proposed, somewhat loftily, and with a little sniff over the idea that it should be anything else. "And also, okay, we live on an island that sometimes likes to fuck with people, in addition to all the usual drama and trials and tribulations that go along with living, so, you know. It just means we're seasoned, that's all."

And had very big glasses, one of which Summer was filling up dangerously close to the brim before handing it over to Rey once she got comfortable and settled.

"It really was that kind of weekend," Rey said wryly, taking the full glass.

"I have got," said Summer, shaking her head, now getting to work on filling her own glass and setting the pitcher on the coffee table well within reach (where the second one was already waiting, and a third one was on deck in the fridge still, too, just in case), "so many questions, but I'll let you lead the charge on where to start."

She sat down, tucking one leg underneath her, and taking a big initial sip of her sangria to get them started.

"So, where do we start? With your parents? I mean, that's pretty fucking huge, right there."

"It's huge," Rey confirmed, already taking a very big sip. "I kind of don't know where to start, either. It's something I'd waited for as long as I can remember. I didn't even really remember them before."

"....well," said Summer, after a long, thoughtful moment to examine various angles of approach as well as her next sip, "maybe we start really simply: what are there names?

"And," she decided, which was probably not so simply after all, but it was a sangria night, she was allowed to change her mind between sips!, "are they very much like what you imagined they'd be, or not at all?"

"Dathan and Miramir." She hadn't asked about last names. It didn't really matter anymore. "They were very much like I thought they'd be. And the whole time it was like being shown where I got certain things, and I look like them, and seeing them together as a couple... They worked perfectly together."

Summer was just going to take a big long drink instead of saying anything about the name Dathan, that's how good of a friend she was.

"God," she said, "that must have been so surreal....but also kind of cool, right? I mean, I'd find even just the idea of parents who work well together a novelty all on its own, without the whole mind-blowing 'shit, this is where I came from!' aspects added to it all.

"Did they talk," she wondered, "about their story much? Where they came from? How they met? Shit like that?"

"Some. There were some things that seemed too traumatic to ask. My father lived on Exegol until he escaped. He and my mother ended up on Jakku with me and my great-grandmother." She had a great-grandmother! "They only left when the Sith came after me. There was a lot about those last days."

For some reason.

Well, that was sort of how parental lineage worked...

Summer nodded a little. "I can only imagine. I bet you had a lot to share with them, too."

"Yeah. I kept some things quiet, though. If i only get them for a weekend, I didn't want to put that on them, you know?" And as far as she was concerned, she'd gotten through it all.

"Makes sense," said Summer, with another approving nod. "Better to just hit the highlights, if you can...I'm glad you got the chance to meet them, though," she smiled over at Rey, "and that they weren't terrible, even if it probably did suck to have them leave. But, hey, Morty's visited me a few times now. Maybe you'll have the chance to see them again."

"Does it get easier? The more you see them?" Rey asked.

"I'm probably the worst person to ask that question," Summer admitted, her expression going apologetic. "I didn't even know he was dead until the Morty that replaced him told me, and, you know, I had a Morty still that did replace him, so a lot of times, it didn't even feel like he was dead, you know? So for me, it just gets weirder and weirder, because I've experienced all this stuff with the other Morty, who has grown and all that stuff, while he just....hasn't. This time around, he just kept looking at me like he didn't even recognize who I was any more. It was just...bizarre. Not to mention all the references I'd make before remembering, no wait, that was the Other Morty..."

"I'm trying to imagine what that must be like and... it's a lot," Rey said, frowning. "One of you being frozen in time, but not, but yes."

"It's suuuuper weird," OPSummer assured Rey, eyes a little wide as she shook her head, then sipped her wine. "Thankfully, when he comes, he pretty much just wants to hang out and play video games. Easy enough. And besides, what am I gonna do? Tell him no? Poor guy died at fourteen and was buried in a shallow grave in our backyard where my dad now has beehives because my parents don't actually know he's even dead."

"That's maybe the darkest thing I've ever heard," Rey said, with sympathy.

"Yup!" Summer agreed with a faux cheerfulness, as she looked into her cup and thought of at least a couple things that might have been contenders for darker things, and, would you look at that, now her glass was empty! Better go for a refill.

"So, anyway," she said, "back to the less dismal news of you actually getting to meet your parents, if they do show up again, I want to meet them, because I bet they're great. And I bet they're so proud of you, too."

"They kept saying that the last day," Rey admitted with a little smile. "I thought about bringing them around, but... I felt like I should be selfish. I told them about just about everyone I've ever known, though."

Not a ton of people pre-Fandom.

"Selfish is totally fair here," Summer agreed. "You guys had a ton of lost time to make up. But now I've got to ask..."

Her glass now filled way too close to the brim again, Summer offered out the pitcher to top Rey off with a waggle of her eyebrows and a shameless grin.

"What did you tell them about mee~eee~~ee?"

Rey held out her glass. "That you're my best friend, how great you are, that you're incredibly creative and I tried to explain Jello shots but I think they also still see me as six," Rey said. "I showed them pictures and my mum says you're pretty."

"Awwww," said Summer, beaming as she poured, "I was just going to say, you forgot smart and pretty, but looks like your mom covered at least that last one. That's really sweet of her to say. Also, that's kind of adorable, the whole seeing you as still six thing, but also, that tracks because Morty couldn't get over the fact that I'm apparently old now."

Is this what it had been like when she'd called Kanan an old man? Ugh, karma, right?

They were both definitely getting closer to Kanan age.

"I suppose to a fourteen-year-old...?" Rey tried, while still clearly not being able to wrap her brain around that. "In reality you're smart, pretty, and young."

"Well," Summer reasoned, "he still knows me most as seventeen year old high schooler, so, yeah, definitely sort of...puts things into perspective as to how far I've come. I mean, you first met me as a seventeen year old high schooler, just for added perspective. Although, yeah, bit of a bigger leap with your parents who last saw you when you were six."

There was a pause, then, filled with another drink, as a thought came to Summer and she wondered if she should ask it, but it was sangria night, all cards were supposed to be on the table, right?

"Did you guys talk much at all," she wondered, tilting her head and peering at Rey as if ready to retract the question if it seemed like too much, "about leaving you?"

"Less than you would think," Rey admitted, taking a much, much bigger sip from her glass. "I found out some things when everything happened last year, and they confirmed them. The Sith came after us, looking for me, so they fled. They couldn't get ahead of them, so they hid me on Jakku so I'd be safe until they found help. Piecing things together, they were boarded and killed right after leaving Jakku."

"....fuuuck," said Summer, softly, because what else could she say after that? "I'm so sorry, Rey. But...they did manage to keep you safe, right? They had to feel better knowing at least that much, right?"

"Seems like it. And it both helps to know that I wasn't abandoned, but the truth is... a lot," she said, pretty intent on looking at her glass. "Before Exegol, I ended up on the ship of the person who murdered them. I had the weapon he used. It's a terrible way to piece things together, but I have to be glad I have answers."

"Yeah," Summer said, softly, "I know they say, like, 'ignorance is bliss' and everything, but truth is...catharsis or whatever."

This woman was truly missing her calling as a philosopher.

"It really is," Rey said, thinking that sounded pretty good. "I thought for a while that they'd just abandoned me. Now that I know reality, maybe I can move on."

With her heart ripped out, but it was fine.

"Move on?" asked Summer, who gave a soft snort. "Man, if thinking your parents abandoned you was holding you back before, you're practically going to be unstoppable now that that weight is gone."

"I mean emotionally," she said, overpronouncing the word a little because sangria.

"Oh, man," said Summer, unable to help a small chuckle at that pro-nun-ci-ation, "emotionally??"

Yes, she said it exactly the same way.

"Now, that, I want to see. I can't even picture what an emotionally loosened Rey would even look like."

But how she said it was a pretty good start, really.

"I'm not that bad," Rey protested, though she wasn't actually bothered. "I just keep my problems to myself."

Due to parental trauma, and look how she was here, talking about problems!

"Because that's always been known as a very healthy way to handle your problems," said Summer, aka a pot calling a kettle black.

But she had a therapist, so technically speaking...

"My other alternative is just crying at people," Rey said. "Which I don't particularly like doing."

Even if she had a long and storied history of it.

"Rey," Summer leveled a look at her, "I would take you just crying at be over you just bottling things up and keeping closed off any day of the week."

A pause. A sip.

"And not just because the former usually also involes tasty wine, either."

"I know," she said with a nod. "I need to be better about that."

"Yeah, well," Summer pointed put, with a note of triumph, "now that you know your parents didn't just up and abandon you, you've got no excuse! You said so yourself. Crying your eyes out and being emotionally vulnerable, here we coo~oome!"

"I don't think I can do it on cue," Rey stated.

"That's fair," said Summer, grinning faintly. "It's still new, after all, bit I'm sure we'll get there. I, for one, am looking forward to the potential new, open, emotional Rey. Cheers!"

To which she lifted her glass and drank with all the gusto such a toast required.

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