"I don't understand why he never responds to my texts," Rey mutters at her phone, as if willing it to respond for her.

"Because he is a tool," Finn quips helpfully behind her, seated at the kitchen table, in the process of writing on his very successful, very popular blog.

Rey twists on the couch, moving to get a more comfortable view of her roommate typing furiously at his MacBook, "he's really not that bad, he does have his moments." Otherwise she wouldn't tolerate him, well, not completely anyway. They had a sort of, booty-call, one-night stand – not so one night stand thing going on.

Finn squints at the screen, sighs in frustration, and slams the lid shut. "He is a tool because he clearly doesn't realize how lucky he is to have you!" He takes off his glasses and places them off to the side, rubbing his forehead in irritation.

Rey smiles at his comment, nonetheless, it is nice to have somebody who thinks she is great- even if he was completely uninterested in her, or women in general. Noticing his frustration, her smile fades away, "what's wrong?"

He stands up and begins fretting in the kitchen cabinets, which makes Rey jump up because Finn has no talent for cooking. They still don't talk about the Grilled Cheese Incident. He gives her a small smile as she takes the box of rice from him, "just… This idiot on the internet, who insists that all of my reviews of film are either inaccurate or utter nonsense."

"Sounds like a tool," Rey quips, brow frowning, "scoot over," she taps his side in order to gain access to the pans.

"A total, pretentious tool," Finn agrees, moving to sit down again. "I honestly think that he is just trying to fight, he always picks out the tiniest detail and twists my words against me."

"I can see where that can be frustrating," she nods, and lights the stove. She glanced over her shoulder, "is fried rice ok?"

Finn looks dreamily at her, "I don't deserve you."

Rey turns about and points the spatula at her best friend, "yes, yes you do."

Rey and Finn met junior year of college, and simply just clicked completely with each other. Four years, and two years living together, they complimented each other perfectly. Which was a blessing, as they lived together in a small, but quaint apartment in New York City. Neither of them had yet found their dream job, or even a job relating to the degree that they received in college... But it didn't mean they weren't trying.

"Damn," she muttered as she looked in the fridge, to find among its sparse contents an empty egg carton. "Can you run to the store and buy some eggs, please?"

Finn hops up, pulling on his jacket, "no problem," he makes his way over to kiss her cheek, "be back in a jiffy."

"Jiffy?" she scoffs on his way out the door, "nobody says that anymore!"

"They must be crazy!" Finn's voice yells over the phone, so loud that she cringes against it.

"Yeah, well, they're lunatics because they let me go," she grumbles into the phone, pressed between her ear and shoulder. She tosses a bag of chips into her cart, giving a weak smile at the old woman who almost crashes her shopping cart into hers. "I don't know what I'm going to do Finn! I was already behind on the rent money this month…"

Finn groans on the other line, "I know and I wish I could say I could cover for you- "

"Don't even, you know I don't expect that!"

"But I would!" he insists on the other line, the sound of keys on the other line. Finn was a secretary for a small law firm, which he said was slowly killing him. "Listen, I can ask around, if you need something."

She nods, throwing a few more things in her cart before moving for the checkout, "if it is not too much of a hassle, I would really appreciate it."

The sound of keys pauses, "no hassle, I'll call when I find something."

"You're best Finn!"

"I try," and the line goes dead.

She's on her way out, carrying a bag of regrets or comfort food, when her phone buzzes. She pauses, frantically digging into her large purse, surprised that Finn could've found something so fast. She finds it and answers it without much thought, "hello?"

There is silence on the other end. "Hello?" she repeats.

"Uhhh, you called me?" a deep voice resonates on the other line hesitantly.

"Shit – "she had forgotten that she, in a moment of weakness, had called him. It was right after she got fired, feeling incredibly frustrated at not being able to properly yell at her boss… And they remembering what else frustrated her, that stupid boy that never texted her back. She adjusts the phone, cradling it to her ear, "uhh, yeah, um… I was wondering what you were up to?"

Rey squeezes her eyes shut, cringing inside at that horrible excuse. Now that she had a good few hours to calm down, and he had called her when her guard was down, this was just an awkward excuse for a conversation.

There is a long pause, "umm, nothing, the usual." There is another long pause, where Rey really can't articulate anything to say. So, he carries on, "did you want to come over?"

She recalls the last time she came over, and shakes her head. But for some reason she says, "yeah, sure."

"Ok… See you in a bit."

And he hangs up. And Rey is left standing clutching a plastic bag full of melting icecream, three bags of different flavored chips, and a bottle of wine. Did she just agree to go over to his place? Why did she do that?

She shakes her head clear. Well, at the very least she can use this opportunity to give him a piece of her mind. Good, great.

He answers the door, and he is not wearing a shirt. "Hey, there."

She practiced this speak three times on her way here, and then once more pacing outside his door. But… his chest and everything is very distracting… Her mouth feels dry, "hi."

A smirk firms on his lips, and he glances down at the bag, "you bring snacks?" He turns back into his apartment, leaving the door ajar for her to follow after. "You didn't have to," his deep voice resonates as he collapses on the couch.

Rey follows after, eyes trailing down his back to the loose jeans on his hips, "uh, yeah." Never mind that she didn't buy them for him. He definitely didn't deserve them. She closes the door behind her, and pauses to take off her shoes.

The apartment is very scarce, without much warmth or a distinct lack of personal touch. The only characteristic that it really had, was that it was perfectly neat- as a pin. Which was slightly disturbing to her.

"Nice," he mutters, from the black, leather couch, his eyes watching her intently.

"So, what have you been up to?" she asks, glancing off to the side. She just feels awkward, unable to carry out her original intentions now that she is here, face to face with him.

She doesn't realize he has gotten off the couch until he is too close. So close, that she can almost feel the heat radiating off his naked skin. He grasps her wrist loosely, hand trailing down her own to take the plastic bag from her grasp, "make yourself comfortable."

Rey can breathe again when he leaves the room for the kitchen, and retreats quickly to the couch. She had forgotten why it was such a bad idea to see him person… To just pop over for a visit. It was because they almost always ended up—

"What's up with the junk food?"

She shifts uncomfortably on the couch, "uh, I had a really rough day."

His head appears from the kitchen, dark curls and brown eyes, "yeah, why?"

"Well, I… Actually, I got fired today."

He crosses the room towards her, and she forces herself to tear her eyes away for a moment. Though, she can still feel his intense stare, before he pauses—hovering above her. "That really sucks."

"Yeah… it really does," she says uncommitted, as she looks back up to him. The conversation is clearly over, as neither are focused or even interested in it at this point. She licks her lips, and watches him watch her.

He ducks down, locking her in between his two arms, leaning in with his freakishly tall person. "I'm sorry," his says, not sounding anything but distracted.

"Thanks," she mutters before closing the short distance, as he was impossibly close.

Their lips meet for a quick kiss. And then they pull away, he licks his lips and kisses her again. And it is wet, and hot, and she reaches up to tilt his face, so that their lips meet just right. From there is just heavy, his tongue pokes into her open mouth at first opportunity, and she chases him right back into his own mouth.

She moans when they part, and he kneels on the floor in front of her. He pulls her knees apart so he is centered between them, before attacking her mouth again. And it is an ongoing assault. She wraps her calves around his thighs half-heartedly, as his hands circle around her waist and under her shirt.

That's right, that is why she never comes over here. Because they always end up fucking.

"You didn't," comes the accusatory tone from her best friend. Rey put her head in her hands, shaking her head at the kitchen table. "You did. You fucking fucked him. Rey!"

She groans, pushing her plate of scrambled eggs and toast away, "it wasn't on purpose!"

An amused eyebrow raise, "not on purpose? Did his dick just fall into your— "

"Finn, please! I went over to yell at him for being a tool."

"That worked well."

She pouted at his smirk. "Did I mention that he is unfairly sexy?"

He nodded sagely, taking a bite of his toast, "yes, yes… He also sounds like a serial killer. You say he is insanely neat, and that you've never met him outside of his place except at that one party that one time. He says weird stuff during sex… And his name is Kylo Ren. Who is named Kylo?"

She shrugs her shoulders and offers, "he is?" Although, she really did need to cut off things with him because he was an asshole… At the very least. But the sex wasn't horrible. It was… ok. And it relieved, it definitely relieved some tension yesterday.

"Speaking of serial killers," Finn segues after a few minutes of silence, "I have to ask you something."

Caught out of her own daydream, she looks back to her friend and nods, "shoot."

"So, you remember that guy I was talking about yesterday online— "

"The tool."

"Exactly. Well, I got a message today, and he wants to meet."

Rey nods slowly, "he's from around here?"

"Yeah, I guess so…" Finn looks uncomfortable, then leans forward, "I don't have any idea who he is, what he looks like, I just know that his name is Poe."

"And that he's a tool."

"Yeah."

Rey watches her friend slowly evolve into a huge puppy, damn, he was using those puppy eyes again. She already knew where this was going. "So, you want me to tag along, on this little meet up to make sure you don't potentially get yourself killed…."

Finn nods eagerly, reaching to touch her hand, "yes, please, I'm too young to die."

She rolls her eyes at his dramatics.

"Plus, I really want to see this guy… I want to give a face to the comments. And, I want to tear him apart when we met— get justice."

Rey considers how her confrontation with Ren had ended so poorly, considering that it never happened. So, maybe it was worth it to go with Finn. At the very least, at least one of them would be able to get justice.

"Alright, let's do it."

"You're a goddess."