[ she is not inherently unused to poe dameron being mad at her. it's an unfortunate reality of their close quarters, only exacerbated by the fact that they both have easily riled tempers and strong opinions, and given the regularly life-or-death nature of their crises, it's honestly a little surprising that it hasn't come to blows yet. though, admittedly, that's usually finn's credit to take. it's only his mediation between them (and the fact that the rest of the resistance would probably be crippled by the loss of their in-house jedi master and/or newly named general) that manages to keep things at a simmer.
this mission is different. they're alone, for one thing; for another, they aren't on ajan kloss. they're on canto bight, surrounded by the one percenter galactic neutrals that make their money on slave trades and questionable mines, planted here to hopefully curry favors from a pair of abednedo siblings. a jealous pair, they don't take kindly to individual approaches, rather interpreting it as romantic manipulation to split them apart.
thus, the married pair. thus, rey and poe, competent enough to handle whatever canto bight may throw at them — at least, that had been finn's reasoning as he and rose had pushed them into the small carrier ship that took them across the galaxy, offering neither freedom nor escape in an x-wing or the falcon. they'd be on canto bight until extraction came, scheduled a few days from now; until then, they'd have to make the most of things.
their appointment with the abednedos is the next evening. this evening is about keeping up appearances, playing the part. they're well aware they're being watched, so despite poe's sulking fit at having to be seen with her, rey plays the game. she smiles, even when it makes her face hurt, and sips at tall flute glasses of who knows what, and tosses money around at the tables until —
until someone's hand presses against her back, familiar and possessive in its placement, and she turns in to find herself tucked up against the man himself, surprise all too evident on her face before she even has a chance to school her expression. ]
Hello.
[ there's a faint flush to her cheeks that might be surprise. it might also be the two and a half glasses of whatever she's drunk, or the sudden awareness of just how warm his hand is against her back. ]
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this mission is different. they're alone, for one thing; for another, they aren't on ajan kloss. they're on canto bight, surrounded by the one percenter galactic neutrals that make their money on slave trades and questionable mines, planted here to hopefully curry favors from a pair of abednedo siblings. a jealous pair, they don't take kindly to individual approaches, rather interpreting it as romantic manipulation to split them apart.
thus, the married pair. thus, rey and poe, competent enough to handle whatever canto bight may throw at them — at least, that had been finn's reasoning as he and rose had pushed them into the small carrier ship that took them across the galaxy, offering neither freedom nor escape in an x-wing or the falcon. they'd be on canto bight until extraction came, scheduled a few days from now; until then, they'd have to make the most of things.
their appointment with the abednedos is the next evening. this evening is about keeping up appearances, playing the part. they're well aware they're being watched, so despite poe's sulking fit at having to be seen with her, rey plays the game. she smiles, even when it makes her face hurt, and sips at tall flute glasses of who knows what, and tosses money around at the tables until —
until someone's hand presses against her back, familiar and possessive in its placement, and she turns in to find herself tucked up against the man himself, surprise all too evident on her face before she even has a chance to school her expression. ]
Hello.
[ there's a faint flush to her cheeks that might be surprise. it might also be the two and a half glasses of whatever she's drunk, or the sudden awareness of just how warm his hand is against her back. ]
You came back.
[ he has been sulking all night. ]