AN: Whatever, modern Reylo is fun. Wandering into Kira/Dark!Rey territory of sorts.

"Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They're all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again.

I wish you'd make my bed
So I could make up my mind
Try it for sleeping instead
Maybe you'll rest sometime
Oh, I wish I could
I wish I could."

Come Pick Me Up, Ryan Adams

Kylo observed the brunette across the bar, who was speaking animatedly to a friend. She was dressed in a plain black tank top, which revealed moderate, but pert breasts, and strong shoulders with beautifully crafted collar bones. Her unstyled hair (three messy buns couldn't count as an effort) and relative lack of makeup enhanced her fresh features. In the recent past, Kylo had dated heavily styled women of a certain type. Nursing his Old Fashioned, pondering his next move, Kylo idly wondered if wanted to bother slumming it in this bar, which was certainly not his usual choice in a venue (even if the bartenders knew what they were doing). Kylo wasn't dating anyone and knew that Hux was (as usual) running late to meet him.

There - she had finally made eye contact with him - glancing him up and down quickly, and, if Kylo wasn't mistaken, was the quickest, most thorough eye fuck he'd ever witnessed in his life, leaving him relatively breathless. Her eyes were...he couldn't tell across the room, but suddenly felt a desire to know their color. They were heavily rimmed in black eyeliner but gave nothing else away.

Too stunned to respond and trying to calm himself and do his best to remain aloof, Kylo checked his phone, scrolling through work e-mails, then took another sip and hazarded another look in his mystery girl's direction. She was sipping a drink and clearly knew he was gazing at her, as she sloooooowly licked the rim of her beer bottle, her pink tongue easily catching his attention and setting his imagination aflame.

One of Kylo's long fingers went under his collar, which suddenly felt entirely too tight, and the action, indicating her effect on him, made her smirk slyly across the distance, as she focused on what her friend was saying. Kylo adjusted his trousers under the cover of the overhang of the bar. He didn't care if she was dating anyone, he wanted her. Never mind they hadn't even exchanged a word.

Kylo was preparing to go over and introduce himself, when he looked up to see his mystery girl collecting her things to leave. As she left, passing close enough he could smell the distinct perfume of jasmine waft in his direction, she dropped a napkin, which she (of course) did not bother to pick up or acknowledge.

Kylo barely waited until the door closed behind her before he reached forward and retrieved the note. Unfolding it, the handwriting was basic, but legible, and the words, Don't worry, I feel it too, gave him pause.

Underneath the short sentence was a phone number.

Kylo hesitated, then typed out a message, not bothering to look if the digital note was received. He then threw a twenty dollar bill on the bar and strode out, the napkin tight in his hand. He didn't have time to wait and didn't care if Hux would understand or not. Hell, he was just glad Hux wasn't present to see Kyo brought down so low.

He didn't care what this girl did to him. She could use him. He would be a part of whatever she would give him. Digging his phone out, his hands trembled slightly as he dialled the number.

"Hello?" a husky voice answered.