The digital clock on Finn's nightstand reads 2:33 AM when his phone wakes him. He grabs the handset and stares at it for a moment, not quite comprehending what he's supposed to do with it. He shakes his head and answers it.

"Hello?"

"Finn? It's Rey. I'm so sorry to bother you but I couldn't get ahold of Robyn and I don't want to bother Maz."

Finn bolts upright. "Rey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I need you to come to Chateau Marmont."

"The Chateau? Did he leave you there? Did he hurt you?"

"Nothing like that. He's just passed out. I can drive his car but I need you to follow me to his house so I can get home from there. Well, actually I need to follow you to his house because I don't know where anything is here."

"Do you know his address?"

"I've got his wallet. It's on his driver's license, at least I hope it's current. It's in Manhattan Beach and that's where he said he lives."

"Rey, did he take anything or is he just drunk?" Finn has the number for more than one doctor who's willing to make discreet house calls at all hours of the night.

"I honestly don't know. I was talking to these girls-it's their bungalow-and then next thing I know he was passed out on a sofa."

He gets out of bed and goes to his dresser. "Does he look ill in any way or just drunk?"

"He's breathing fine and he grunts if you poke him?"

"Do you have his manager's number, or his assistant?"

"It's not in his wallet and his cell phone is in the car."

"Okay, I'm coming to get you, but one last thing. Were there photographers out front when you went in?"

"A few."

"All right. I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Which bungalow is it?"

"Um, three."

Finn pulls on a pair of jeans and a t shirt and shoves his feet into sneakers. In the bathroom, he splashes cold water on his face. He'd just gotten to bed an hour ago so he feels slightly drunk, like he took a long nap in the middle of the day. At least the freeway will be clear this time of night.

As he merges onto the 101, he rolls down the windows and turns up the stereo. The band he and Poe had gone to see hadn't been spectacular live, but their EP is something else. Heavily influenced by Weezer—with the same pop sensibilities minus the innocence, it might be exactly what people will be looking for in a couple of years when they're tired of teen pop.

Traffic is at a crawl on The Strip. It's past last call and patrons are spilling out of bars. Between the cars and the drunk people trying to get to their cars, it's stop and start most of the way. He should have gone around but he'd gotten distracted. He's never liked the Chateau, and it's the last place he wants Rey to be when she's so new in town. When he finally pulls up to the looming castle on the hill, he hands the car over to a valet, and heads straight for the concierge. Luckily he's known the on-duty concierge for years.

"Finn, my man! How long has it been since you've graced us with your presence?" he says.

"Too long, Terrence." Finn says, shaking his hand and going in for a hug. "Listen, Kylo Ren is in Bungalow Three with one of my artists.

"Aw man, it's been such a quiet night, too. Do I need to get security?"

"It's not that kind of situation. He passed out and she wants to get him home, but the paps are still out there so I think it'd be best to just get him a room and let him sleep it off here."

"For sure. I've got all his contact info on file so I'll make sure his assistant knows where to find him. You go ahead to the bungalow and I'll get us some muscle. That cat's a beast."

Finn winds his way through the grounds to the bungalow, where he finds Rey sitting on the porch with a girl who could pass for Naomi Campbell's sister.

"Finn!" she says, and runs over, giving him a tight hug. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to just leave him here. I'll tell you why, later." She lets go of him and gestures to the other girl. "This is Tanisha. Her friends went to bed and she was nice enough to wait up with me."

"Thank you, Tanisha."

"No problem. Rey's cool to talk to."

They're joined by Terrence and two bouncer types. Tanisha shows them into the living room, where Kylo Ren is sprawled across the sofa, face down, his shins resting on the sofa's arm and one arm dangling on the floor. There's a trash can near his head.

"Has he been vomiting?" Terrence asks.

"No, that was just a precaution," Tanisha says.

"Okay." Finn says. "Rey, we think it's best if he sleeps it off here. Terrence will check him in and contact his people."

"But what if he gets sick? Should he be alone?"

"He's less alone here than he would be at home. Terrence can have someone check on him periodically. Trust me, they do not want anyone else dying here. Besides, do you think there's any chance we're getting his home security system code out of him in this state?" He turns to Tanisha. "Was he doing any drugs or just drinking?"

"Just drinking as far as I know."

"Yeah but are there any drugs around that you know of." Tanisha looks warily at Terrence. "He doesn't care. He's seen way worse, and it's important that we know."

"There were a couple of people doing coke earlier but they weren't sharing and they left. I didn't even invite them. They just kind of wandered in."

Finn crouches down to look at Kylo. It's well known at First Order that Kylo Ren has a ridiculously low tolerance for someone of his size, but Finn's never seen him in action. His pulse and breathing are fine and his skin is no paler than you'd expect. Finn tries to open his eye to look at his pupil but Kylo swats his hand away.

"I'm fucking done with school, Mom," he mumbles and turns on his side, facing the back of the sofa.

"He's okay," Finn says as he rises. "Just completely shit faced. Let's get him up."

Kylo fights weakly, flailing his arms when the security guys try to rouse him, but they get him on his feet. He squints. "Hey, I know you," he says, pointing about two feet to the right of Finn. He looks at the two men who are supporting him and tries to break away. "Do you know who I am?" he mutters.

"Yes, sir. Now let's get you to beddy bye."

"No, I'm on a date," he says and looks around. "Where is she? Rey?"

"I'm right here, Kylo. Finn's going to drive me home and these guys are going to take you to your room."

"Whatever." The guards take his arms again and he shakes them off. "I can walk. I've got this," he says before closing his eyes, and sinking to the floor.

"Okay, buddy," the larger guard says and hoists Kylo across his shoulders, firefighter style.

Rey gives his wallet and car keys to Terrence. He takes his leave with the guards and their charge.

Finn turns to follow with Rey, but stops. "Tanisha, did anyone take photos of him after he passed out?"

"Oh, I think Lauren did. Hold on." She picks up a digital camera from the coffee table and hands it to Finn. He browses through the photos. There are at least twenty of Kylo before he passed out, taking shots, throwing peace signs, a few of him smoking cigarettes. There are several of Rey taken at the worst possible angles, and a dozen of Kylo on the couch. "If you don't mind I'd like to delete the ones of Rey and the ones of Kylo passed out?"

"Sure, whatever. I told her not to take those."

"It's fine, and thank you," he says, shaking the girl's hand.

"Good night, Tanisha," Rey says. "It was nice meeting you. Sorry about…this."

"It's all good," Tanisha says and hugs Rey, promising to IM her.

They make their way back to the main hotel, Rey carrying her shoes.

"Is he going to be okay?" she asks.

"He'll be out about five hundred, which is pocket change, but they'll take care of him. Probably going to have a wicked hangover. But at elast there won't be any photos of him being bundled into his car or passed out in it."

"Yeah that was good thinking. Thank you."

"Not my first crisis and not my worst, it measures about a three on the crisis management scale. But it was mainly for you. Somehow I don't think this is what Robyn had in mind."

"Yeah, probably not."

It's a short drive to Brentwood, and Rey fills Finn in on the way.

"I have never been more mortified in my life, Finn. I wanted the earth to swallow me. The food was delicious but I don't think I can ever go back there, I don't care how big a tip he left. And things were okay at first, at the party. It was small and everyone was just talking. He did a few shots with some actor from Melrose Place but I didn't see anything else. I was going to just call a cab but that Lauren girl kept trying to get him to go to her room. I mean, he's a total dickhead but I didn't think it was safe to leave him even after she went to bed."

"You did the right thing."

"I'm so sorry I had to wake you, though. How's the rest of your night been?"

"It's been chill. Poe and I went out for Guatemalan tamales and then went to see a band at the Whiskey."

"Wait!" Rey says, turning to him and smacking him on the shoulder. "You went out with Poe Dameron?"

"I'm driving here, Rey. And it was for business. We were scouting the band."

"But you went to dinner first!"

"Yeah, we left the office and grabbed dinner before the show. I do that all the time with people I work with. It wasn't a date."

"May as well have been," Rey says.

"It wasn't. And get your feet off my dash."

"Yes, sir!" she says, with a faux salute, then falls silent, bopping along to the radio. "You know," she adds when the song ends. "The first half hour of my date wasn't that bad."

"Oh yeah? What'd you do?"

"Drove along the coast listening to music."

"So you're saying he's cool as long as he's quiet and not in public."

Rey laughs. "Yes, I guess so."

He walks her to the door of her cottage and makes sure her key works. "Thank you, again," she says, kissing him on the cheek. "I promise I won't make a habit of this."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Good night, Finn."

The freeway is empty, the glow of the street lights scrolling over Finn as he drives. Worry nibbles at the edge of his thoughts. Something about the way Rey had looked at Kylo Ren. Something she hadn't even been aware of. He tells himself it was just regular human empathy. Nothing to worry about. She'd have to be crazy to go out with him again.

Still, he tosses and turns for an hour before he can sleep.