The next evening a check cleared for Kylo’s interior design project on Mulholland Drive, and Hux took the team out for dinner at SUR.
Lisa Vanderpump, clutching a puffy dog the color of burnt flan, greeted them at the lounge. She kissed Kylo and Hux twice each on the cheek. Hux gave her a businesslike handshake; Kylo slumped his shoulders and pawed at his cheek for lipstick like an absolutely colossal toddler who had been hugged in front of his friends.
“She doesn’t do that for everyone, does she?” asked Rey.
“What do you mean?” said Finn, looking at himself for the fourth or fifth time in his phone camera.
“Your vanity is starting to make it difficult to be your friend,” said Rey. “Are you wearing the suit jacket that agent left behind?”
“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.
“What, the guy?”
“The jacket. The guy’s name was Poe.”
“Was?” Rey leaned in confidentially. “Do you think they really killed him?”
“No. I meant … he’s alive. He left me his card. Poe Dameron.”
“Then why haven’t you tried to return the jacket?”
“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.
“I feel like you just keep saying men’s names,” said Rey. “Hey. Do you know who’s paying for this? I thought we couldn’t afford guacamole.”
At that point, a round of complimentary and identical SUR Gimlets featuring Vanderpump Vodka arrived, and the night began to escalate. They never paid for drinks, but each round arrived with a bottle of Vanderpump Vodka displayed on the tray. Rey wondered, but she didn’t ask.
It took about an hour before Kylo knocked an endive salad onto the floor in the process of reaching for Hux’s hand.
Rey watched the salad fall. She was the only one. Finn kept taking snaps that played with perspective so it looked like he was pinching Thomas Girardi’s head, and Kylo and Hux were exchanging a SUR Gimlet-fueled look that crackled with sexual electricity.
“I know I’m obnoxious sometimes,” said Kylo. He rested his hand on Hux’s bare forearm, thumb on the face of his Shinola.
“You tore a door off the hinge,” said Hux. “Of a property I paid $800,000 for.”
“But the door was like,” Kylo put his fork in the empty space where the salad had been. “I don’t know, $75?”
Hux sighed. “You bought a wig and canceled a tile order using a fake identity.”
“I’m saying -- I know what you put up with,” said Kylo. “And -- look. I’m sorry. About the Matt thing.”
“It’s OK,” said Hux, looking resolutely at the bar. “It’ll be fine. I’m handling it.”
Rey put her elbows on the table and shouted into Finn’s ear: “So I think Hux is the Zodiac killer.”
Fill: House Flippers AU [9/?]
Lisa Vanderpump, clutching a puffy dog the color of burnt flan, greeted them at the lounge. She kissed Kylo and Hux twice each on the cheek. Hux gave her a businesslike handshake; Kylo slumped his shoulders and pawed at his cheek for lipstick like an absolutely colossal toddler who had been hugged in front of his friends.
“She doesn’t do that for everyone, does she?” asked Rey.
“What do you mean?” said Finn, looking at himself for the fourth or fifth time in his phone camera.
“Your vanity is starting to make it difficult to be your friend,” said Rey. “Are you wearing the suit jacket that agent left behind?”
“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.
“What, the guy?”
“The jacket. The guy’s name was Poe.”
“Was?” Rey leaned in confidentially. “Do you think they really killed him?”
“No. I meant … he’s alive. He left me his card. Poe Dameron.”
“Then why haven’t you tried to return the jacket?”
“It’s Richard James,” said Finn.
“I feel like you just keep saying men’s names,” said Rey. “Hey. Do you know who’s paying for this? I thought we couldn’t afford guacamole.”
At that point, a round of complimentary and identical SUR Gimlets featuring Vanderpump Vodka arrived, and the night began to escalate. They never paid for drinks, but each round arrived with a bottle of Vanderpump Vodka displayed on the tray. Rey wondered, but she didn’t ask.
It took about an hour before Kylo knocked an endive salad onto the floor in the process of reaching for Hux’s hand.
Rey watched the salad fall. She was the only one. Finn kept taking snaps that played with perspective so it looked like he was pinching Thomas Girardi’s head, and Kylo and Hux were exchanging a SUR Gimlet-fueled look that crackled with sexual electricity.
“I know I’m obnoxious sometimes,” said Kylo. He rested his hand on Hux’s bare forearm, thumb on the face of his Shinola.
“You tore a door off the hinge,” said Hux. “Of a property I paid $800,000 for.”
“But the door was like,” Kylo put his fork in the empty space where the salad had been. “I don’t know, $75?”
Hux sighed. “You bought a wig and canceled a tile order using a fake identity.”
“I’m saying -- I know what you put up with,” said Kylo. “And -- look. I’m sorry. About the Matt thing.”
“It’s OK,” said Hux, looking resolutely at the bar. “It’ll be fine. I’m handling it.”
Rey put her elbows on the table and shouted into Finn’s ear: “So I think Hux is the Zodiac killer.”
Then Kylo’s parents showed up.
TBC~~~