"Poe Dameron! I am going to kill you!"
Rey, Ben, and Poe all stuck their heads out the doorways of their respective bedrooms. Finn stormed down the hallway, clutching a pink shirt. He stopped before Poe and shoved the item in his face.
"Poe, have we not lived together for almost two years now? And you still don't know how to separate the freaking darks from the freaking lights when you do laundry? This is an Armani dress shirt, man!" He slugged his roommate in the shoulder, sighing. "I was gonna wear it on my date with Rose tonight,"
Poe stammered apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I really didn't mean to ruin it. Maybe we could like bleach it? Or something—"
"You don't just bleach Armani!"
Rey breezed down the hallway, interrupting the two. She snatched both their hands and whisked them toward the front door. "Time to go shopping!" She chimed in a sing-song voice. "Oh, it's been ages since I've been to the mall!" she released her two friends and turned back to see Ben, who was watching the scene unfold. "Hey, Solo! Aren't you coming?"
"Ah, no, I'm okay. I, uh, I got some stuff I gotta work on," He gestured over his shoulder to his room, but Rey just rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm.
"Come on, you are such a hermit! You need to get out more! Wait!" She spun around to face him, nearly causing him to slam into her. "Maybe if we got you some new clothes, got you out of the trademark funeral black—ooh, dare I say it? Maybe we could get you a date!" Ben rolled his eyes and blushed, but allowed himself to be dragged out to the car by his unapologetically cheerful roommate.
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"No, no, no!" Rey cried, shielding her eyes behind her hands. "It's all wrong! My eyes have been burned! The horror! The horror!"
"Rey," Finn grumbled. "This is the seventeenth shirt I've tried on! It's not that bad," He studied himself in mirror. "I mean, I don't think it is."
"Nah, buddy, you look great!" Poe called from across the store, where he was chatting with an attractive sales clerk.
Sighing, Rey stood and shook her head. "Finn, its beige. It's not cream, or ivory. Those, I could handle. But beige? You look like a door mat, no offense."
Finn scoffed and returned to his dressing room.
Ben groaned from his reclined position on a couch, covering his face with a striped pillow. "Why are you so damn picky?"
"I am not picky, Ben Solo, I am particular. Don't forget, I once took a fashion study as an elective last year."
"How could I? The nightmares still haunt me."
She scowled, turning back to a rack of silk shirts. "You act as thought I dressed the three of you like clowns,"
"You did," her roommates chimed from their various positions throughout the store.
"Or at least, pretty close," Finn quipped, emerging from his changing room. "All ready to go?"
Ben stood as Poe made his way back to the group. "Did you get her number?" Rey questioned as they left the store.
Poe put a hand over his heart with a mock gasp. "You think that's all I was talking to her for? I can't have a meaningful conversation with a vastly complex person such as Savannah from the Armani store?" he grinned and produced a slip of paper. "Heck yeah I got her number."
"So, Finn. What are you gonna wear tonight for your date?" Rey asked as they navigated through the sea of people in the food court as the four of them headed for the exits. "You know, since I vetoed everything you tried on."
He shrugged as he dodged a young woman carrying a screaming child. "I don't know, probably the shirt Poe ruined. It was stained through and through, so it's completely pink. Actually, I'd say the color is looks quite good on me." He grinned as Rey bumped his shoulder with her own.
They were almost to the front doors when something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. "Guys!" She gasped. "Look!" she pointed to a small photo booth secluded in the corner of the food court.
"That doesn't look sketchy at all," Ben muttered as Rey turned to them in excitement.
"We have to take a picture!" She grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him along with her, knowing he'd be the only one to object. Finn and Poe followed closely behind.
Poe surveyed the tiny booth, crossing his arms. "It'll be a bit of a squeeze but I think we'll all fit," He rubbed his hands together and flung the curtain hanging over the door aside. "Okay, Ben, you sit on the far side, Rey, try to fit beside him, Finn, you next, and then me."
They clambered into the little box, and it was a tighter fit then they expected. "So, I guess I'm sitting on your lap then, huh?" Finn jabbed Poe in the ribs as he sat down on his leg. The two glanced over at Ben and Rey, who were in the same situation. Rey seemed totally oblivious to the predicament, but a bright blush was slowly creeping over Ben's face.
Finn and Poe grinned at each other as Rey pressed the shutter button.
"Cheese!"
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They returned home, empty-handed but for a single strip of four photos. The first one was silly, with peace signs and bunny ears all around. The second was a bit more serious, all normal smiles save for Poe, who had to stick his tongue out at the last second. The third was another goofy one, Rey and Finn formed a heart with their hands while Poe and Ben did the same. (Ben ordered them to never speak of it again.) The last showed Finn and Poe gesturing animatedly, Rey laughing, and Ben gazing at her, a look of wonder on his face.
A/N: Was that ending too strong to just be "hints of reylo"? haha sucker too bad.