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"No, hooker," she says, "did you not read the official ruling? Nobody who got drafted before they were of legal age is a war criminal, Dessa."

"Yes, I am. Yes, I am. Bitch, shut up. I am going on a date with Kylo Ren because I asked him to go for drinks and he said yes and then I'm going to take him home to be my Dark Master and it is going to be amazing. I'm not in danger, I am calling you for moral support because I am freaking out and need you to tell me I can actually make this happen, not that I'm going to get murdered, you are the worst."

Tian hangs up the connection and looks herself in the mirror and takes a deep breath.

##########################################AWKWARDNESS###############################

"Well, I could tell you," she says. "Or you could tie me to a rack and torture it out of me."

Silence. Did a tremor just go through the bar? Maybe a freighter just went by. Kylo Ren's eyes are huge. "I'm sorry," he says. "I don't- I'm so sorry. I don't remember you. Did I do that to you."

What? Fuck it. Tian is tipsy and she's going to take a chance. "No, but I'm hoping you're going to if we make it back to my place tonight."

His face crumples in total confusion. "What?"

####################################### EVEN WORSE ######################################

"For sex. This is a thing people do, with each other, um, because they enjoy it." He's staring at her like she just peeled off her face to reveal that she's been a droid imposter the entire time. "Consensually," she adds, almost on autopilot, wow, wow, it's been years since she's given the BDSM 101 public relations speech. She's explaining BDSM 101 to Kylo Ren. This is one of the most surreal experiences of her adult life. "It's a sexual subculture," she finishes lamely. "And you dress like you're a part of it."

His face twitches again at the word "sexual" like he's suppressing some kind of weird animal startle response.

Just like he did when she said, "for sex" twenty seconds ago. Oh.

Oh. No. Pieces start clicking into place. Oh, no. Doesn't know what bondage is. Deer in the headlights look whenever she mentions sex things. Doesn't drink. Almost had a freaking heart attack when she held his hand. Nobody who got drafted when they were a legal minor is a war criminal, Dessa.

She says, "I am so sorry" at the same time Kylo Ren says, "I can't do this" in a strangled voice and gets up and books it out of the bar in a cloud of misery and dark energy that is probably going to leave a stain on Tian's good karma for the rest of her life. She crumples up a bar napkin and feels her eyes fill, picks up her phone, then puts it back and breathes deep.

Sorry, forgot the title. Ugh, watched too much 'Girls' for research purposes and this came out. Now I just want to shove this guy onto Rey's couch with the ot3 and watch Crying Breakfast Friends. :(((++

When Poe does a sweep of the hangars that night, he finally finds Ben-- raw knuckled, bruises dotting his upper arms, viciously taking apart and reassembling the engine of one of their spare cruisers. Less dramatic than just wrecking shit with the Force, mostly less destructive.

Poe clears his throat. "Bad date?" Ben looks up, but doesn't meet Poe's eyes.

"She asked me to hurt her," he says. He's speaking very quietly and precisely and staring at the engine components in his hands like they hold the secrets of the universe. He picks up one of his wrenches and tightens a bolt-- hard, but not hard enough to break.

"Ah, fuck," says Poe.

"She asked me--" Ben lets out a horrible, braying laugh. His eyes are wild. "She asked me to tie her to a rack and torture her." He dissolves into more laughter then stares at Poe like he's never seen him before, or maybe like he was expecting something else. Expecting them to be somewhere else. "Why are you here? Why are you talking to me?"

"Well," says Poe, "I'm responsible for all the Resistance vehicles in this hangar, and if that cruiser blows up tomorrow OSHA is going to have my ass." Ben makes some noise of assent that could be an agreement or could be cursing in Wookiee. "And Rey has been blowing up my comm for the past three hours saying she sensed a disturbance in the Force." He kneels down. "And because you're my friend, and I forgave you a long time ago."

Ben closes his eyes, drops the wrench, and slowly pulls his arms around his knees. "I can't do this", he says in a small, tight voice. " I thought she was someone the First Order had hurt, her family-- that she was trying to-- to get some kind of-- revenge, closure, I don't know, that would have made more sense. Instead of taking me to a bar and asking for--" He takes a shaky breath. "I should be in prison."

Poe quirks an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound impossible. Maybe you could start down a life of crime and then trash it all and get caught. Try out a new career as a drug dealer. Rob a coupla banks." Ben huffs a laugh.

They're interrupted by the chime of Rey's ringtone on Poe's comm.

OH MY GOD ANON PLEASE CONTINUE THIS AMAZING DELICIOUS TRASH

I'm new. Why is calling something trash a good thing? it sounds awful.

Hey anon, I'm the person who filled the prompt. "Trash" is recent internet slang to refer to your own fannish enthusiasm, fanwork that gives no fucks about propriety or literary or moral merit, or fans themselves. It is self-deprecating and kind of uncomfortable but I think a longer discussion of fan psychology probably belongs in the meme's general discussion post, not fill threads, especially because I'm still writing this fill (and so is another author) and I'd rather it didn't't get derailed into wank and frozen. To make you feel a little bit better about the word 'trash,' have this video of Lin-Manuel Miranda breaking it down : https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6oQyCFOyRcA

Aww, this is such a sweet follow-up.

I really love what you're doing with this prompt, nonny. :)

The incoming text from Rey reads, "DID U FIND??????" Poe shoots her back an affirmative, wondering why they don't just use the Force to do this, and another two bleep in in rapid succession. "HURRY UP", then "TELL HIM 2 TURN ON HIS COMM OR" followed by a line of skull emojis. Poe grins, and wordlessly turns the screen to Ben, who smiles-- a real smile this time-- and starts gathering up the pieces of disassembled engine, lining them up meticulously and then shoving them into the canvas satchel he'd brought down.

Poe sifts through the hotel's maintenance shelves until he finally finds a roll of orange hazard tape, then loops it around the cruiser's front wheel and ignition panel, resisting the urge to tie it off in a bow at the end-- Congratulations, Ben Organa! You've won the prize of a full day mech job in the morning. Ben holds up a sprocket wrench and squints at it like it's a comm screen-- Maybe they are using the Force. "Rey wants us to go to her hotel room?"

"Yeah, the kids are holed up ordering room service and watching cartoons. Perks of a civilian world, right?" Along with shared hangars, faster holonet, and the horrors of urban dating culture. All the classic benefits of a diplomatic visit.

Well, most of them. Now, Poe? Poe would normally take this opportunity to go for a few long, hard nights of clubbing-- take advantage of the kinds of speaker systems you're just not going to find on D'Qar, dance with a few hundred strangers until you put yourself into something like an altered state from the music and the body high, almost as good as flying. But when one of your three closest friends grew up feral and the other two just busted out of a fascist cult, it's better to take things a little slower. Still-- he looks at the long lines of Ben's body and the thought pops into his head, unbidden: I would love to take you dancing. Something to do with all that energy and grace that's not fighting or practicing fighting or ripping up old machinery or yourself-- and wow, OK buddy, dial it back, maybe keep your crushing for a time when the guy's not literally beating himself up over his fucked up life and the parts of it that gave both of you a heavy hit of the ol' PTSD, huh? Come on, Black Leader. Get it together.

He breathes in, then breathes out. He gets it together. "She says they're marathoning that kid's show from Dantooine, what the hell is it called, Crying Breakfast Friends?"

Ben gives an expressive shrug. Pretend not to know all you want, Poe thinks, Finn told me you're *all* addicted to it and *that* is the cutest fuckin' thing I've ever heard of. The floor is clear, the tools are all shoved away, and they head to the elevators.

When Poe buzzes open her door, Rey is perched in one corner of the hotel couch like a cat, Finn sitting next to her intently with one hand on her knee. Something happens on the holoscreen and they both gasp, then breathe, "A giant woman!", in unison, eyes shining. Weird, pastel-sounding synth music plays, and they both look up.

Ben and Rey lock eyes for a second; something unreadable passes between them, and some of the weight seems to lift from Ben's shoulders. Then Rey points to the couch and says, "Sit." Poe pitches himself backwards over one of the couch arms and lands with a whump in Finn's lap. Ben folds himself down to the floor next in front of them.

"You guys wanna watch the news?" asks Finn. Rey looks outraged. "You said it was going to be biased rubbish!" "Yeah, exactly! I want to see what kind of biased rubbish!" Rey gives him a pleading look. "Later?" "Yeah, ok, later." The pastel theme starts up again.

I barely know you, one holo voice says, a few minutes later. That's a good thing,, says the other, sounding haunted. Finn tenses and makes a small noise at that, and Rey reaches across to squeeze his hand. Poe lets an arm drop to the floor next to Ben, close but not touching.

--Is this torture?

--The worst!

--I'm so sorry!

--Huh? No. Don't be.

A big, warm hand brushes against Poe's, then jerks back. Poe reaches out on instinct to follow Ben's hand, then laces their fingers together and holds. Ben holds his breath for a beat, then sighs and tilts his head back against the couch.

Why are they still dancing? a cartoon person asks, It didn't work!

Yes it did, says another, full of warmth. It worked.

oh no oh no oh no I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, their voices are all AMAZING and so distinct, this is both super believable and such a delicate stasis (teetering on the brink of maybe-more and maybe-feelings), and I AM SO HAPPY RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This was fantastic!

"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't- I'm so sorry. I don't remember you. Did I do that to you."

Oh nooooo. This is so awkward and terrible and sad and just AUGH. I love it, of course.

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