Rey sat in her apartment and wondered if she was really, truly out of her mind. Sipping her tea, she pulled her bare legs to her chest and adjusted her pajama shorts so that her entire bottom was covered. She wondered if her adoptive parents would approve of her wearing a tank top and mini-shorts in the middle of winter.
"Do you think it's weird that I told my parents that I'm staying here for Christmas and spending it with you and Finn?" she called out, knowing full well her roommate could hear her. The walls were thin in their apartment and Rey used that feature to her advantage.
"You need a boyfriend," Poe Dameron walked into their shared dining room, his gait proud. Rey could tell he got laid last night. Finn must have left before she had gotten up. Thinking back, Rey wasn't sure if she remembered Finn staying at all. Then again, she had to wear her noise cancelling headphones and press her pillow against her face to mute the sounds of sex leaking in through the thin walls. "You've been single for four years. You need more human contact."
"Not all of us are lucky to still be with our freshman boyfriends," Rey commented, watching as Poe poured himself a cup of hot water and tossed a tea bag in. He snorted and shook his head, dunking the tea bag in and out of his cup. "When did Finn leave?"
"Last night," he answered. "And you haven't even been trying," Poe made his way to where Rey was sitting and took the seat beside her. "Three blind dates a year and you reject every single straight guy we seem to meet. I'm starting to think you're a school obsessed loner." Blowing the steam away from his cup, Poe took a sip and Rey scoffed.
"Yeah, maybe that's why I have a 4.0 and you have a 3.0," Rey shook her head as Poe shrugged and the two clicked their mugs together. Taking a sip of her chamomile, Rey watched as Poe ran a hand through his curly hair. This conversation was one they had every week.
"You know I'm only in college to make my dad happy. As soon as this year's over, I'm grabbing my inheritance and sending my name to NASCAR," Poe said. "I was born to race, not work on Wall Street or be a doctor," he muttered.
The two drank their tea in silence, planning their days out in their minds. The quiet Saturday morning offered no classes, no work, and no obligations. Rey wanted to either stay in and read her box set of Homer's works or go to the Taekwondo academy she worked at part time and work on her technique. Poe felt obligated to take Rey out and introduce her to the captain of the lacrosse team. He seemed interested in her and Poe was not going pass up on a chance to get his best friend laid. She needed to get out more.
"Mrs. Solo and her husband said that they didn't need any help getting more signatures for the petition or gathering people for the protest, so we have the entire holiday to be stupid and get Finn to drink an entire bottle of vodka." Poe paused and wondered if it was safe to tell her about the blind date he'd set her up in before breakfast.
"I'm not going out," Rey stated, as if she read Poe's mind. Poe bit his tongue as he remembered Rey's innate ability to guess what other people were thinking with dead accuracy. She looked at Poe and shook her head. "I know what you're thinking and I refuse to meet another guy. I want to graduate and then think about-"
"I'll burn your Taekwondo uniform. I swear I'll do it this time," Poe threatened as Rey moved into the kitchen to scavenge their empty cupboards for any form of breakfast. They had recently emptied their food storage unit for a house party slash Thanksgiving feast that involved both roommates' parents, and four chickens as well as a late night brainstorm session for their protest group. It was now December and neither Rey nor Poe had thought about restocking their food supply.
"I'm getting McDonald's; what do you want?" Rey asked, slamming the fridge shut. Most of their electric appliances were found by Rey at the junkyard and required a bit of touching up. The fridge, for instance, needed a good slam to actually stay closed.
"My usual!" Poe shouted. "And you'd better not go out wearing that! It's snowing outside and you'll freeze to death!"
"Shut up, Mom!" Rey rubbed her shoulders and shook her head. "If I get you breakfast, can I be exempt from meeting the captain of the lacrosse team at the bar tonight?"
"Do you value your Taekwondo gear?" came the shout from another room. There really was no need to shout in their apartment, but the two managed to communicate through raised voices and insults.