Ben remembered why he hated sand so much when he was packing up to head home and he had to shake out every item of clothing he owned.

"Ready to go?" Rey asked in a sing-song voice as she waltzed into his bedroom, towing her stuffed suitcase behind her. She stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of the absolute mess. Shirts and shorts had been tossed all over the place, everywhere from the bed to on top of the lampshade. Crumpled chip bags lay scattered across the floor, along with crushed soda cans and dirty napkins. "You guys are disgusting." With a curled lip, she spun and left, her luggage rolling alongside.

"It was all Poe!" He called after her, folding his damp swimsuit and tucking it away in his bag. "He's the pig here, not me!" he sighed, defeated, and continued to gather up his belongings.

Rey's cheery voice could be heard even as she stood in the kitchen, talking with Finn, helping him with the dishes. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of shattering glass. Ben went to investigate and found the two staring at each other in open-mouthed shock. A moment passed before the accusations started flying back and forth.

"Dude! I can't believe you did that! What if that was Mrs. Dameron's favorite mug!"

"What? Me? That was so not my fault. It was totally in your hand! You dropped it!"

Rey touched a hand to her chest, a baffled expression crossing her features. "Excuse me? I hadn't even touched it by the time it slipped out of your hand and fell."

"Bull. Also because you dropped it, you have to clean it up."

Ben placed a hand between them before they erupted into a full-scale argument. "Guys! Chill! It doesn't matter who dropped it. I'll clean it up so you can finish the rest of the dishes." He reached into the cabinet below the sink and retrieved a small dust pan and hand broom. "and Mrs. D's favorite mug is the blue and white one. You dorks managed to break the yellow and green one. MR. D's favorite."

Finn and Rey exchanged panicked glances. "Shit."

_SW_

"Well, we're all packed and ready to go," Poe grunted, heaving the last suitcase into the trunk of his car, pressing down with all his might to wedge it into place. "Goodbye, beautiful beach with beautiful girls," he called out wistfully, blowing a kiss in the direction of the ocean, which earned him an elbow jab from Rey. "Jeez! What was that for?"

"It was for being shallow," she rolled her eyes as she crawled into her seat in the back. "You'll thank me one day. When you're older."

"Yeah, when I'm older and have deformed ribs because of you," he muttered, sliding into his spot behind the wheel.

After a short discussion of when and where to stop for their lunch, dinner, and bathroom breaks, they pulled out of the winding driveway and got out on the open road.

Some two hours later, just as Rey had finally found the perfect sleeping position, the car began to make a strange whining noise, followed by a clank, and then a muffled bang. Alarmed, Poe quickly flipped his right blinker and pulled off to the shoulder of the highway.

"What in the hell…" He grumbled as he flung his seatbelt off and shoved his door open. He moved to the front of the car and popped the hood, a cloud of smoke billowing directly into his face.

Finn and Ben shared a look, and then turned to Rey. "I don't think he knows what he's doing. You should go help him."

Rey rolled her eyes and groaned, crawling from her spot in the backseat and blinking as her tired eyes met the bright sunlight. She trudged to the front of the car, where Poe was still wheezing and trying to catch his breath. Ignoring him, she waved a hand to disperse the smoke and peered under the hood, crinkling her brow in confusion. "Um, Poe," she began, scanning the engine and various tubes and hoses connected to it. "what type of car do you have again?"

"A 1965 Mustang," He replied, coughing, his eyes watery. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged and glanced over her shoulder. "Because this is an engine designed for a 2004 Honda Civic. And the radiator is on the wrong side. And that fan is upside down. And… is the AC routed through the same hose as the heat? That would explain why it's hot as hell in the backseat at all times."

"What? There's no way!" Poe protested, stomping up to see for himself. His self-assured expression disappeared as he saw 'Honda' clearly emblazoned across the top of the engine. "Um. Is there an engineering explanation for this?"

Rey continued to poke around, surprised that the metal wasn't even hot. "Have you never looked under the hood? This car is like a damn rummage sale!" she exclaimed, reaching as far as she could. "Where on earth did you find this thing?"

"Uh… you know, it's been a while since I bought it. I don't remember." He glanced away from Rey's you're-really-gonna-try-to-bullshit-your-way-out-of-this look and relented. "Okay. I bought it online…from Russia."

"Poor, gullible Poe. You may have paid for a Mustang 1965, but you've been driving everything BUT. The exterior isn't even accurate. And 65's don't have backseats!" Rey wiped the grime from her hands on her jacket and shook her head sympathetically at her friend. "I'm afraid you've been swindled, my dude."

Poe stared at the ground, running a hand through his hair and kicking at the loose gravel. He looked up, licking his lip in anticipation. "So, what does that mean? For my car? For me?"

"Well, for right now, it means you'll have to call a tow. And an Uber. And then go car shopping. At an actual lot. Where you can see and drive the cars before buying them." She couldn't help but laugh at her friend's predicament. "You bought a car online? From Russia?"

Poe gathered a handful of pebbles and chucked them at her, not caring as they pelted the bright red paint of his imposter Mustang.