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ladyofleithianTitle: At Least A Little Bit
Summary: Poe and Kylo run into each other in a cantina.
Prompt: Drunkenness & Inebriation
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
When Poe actually entered the cantina (he supposed he didn’t know where exactly he was going; he just needed to get away from the Resistance for a while, and that was something he never even thought he’d think), he didn’t expect to see Kylo Ren there, unmasked, the moment that he entered.
The most bizarre thing about it, Poe thought, was that hardly anyone seemed to comment on the Supreme Leader of the First Order just sitting there in a cantina, taking a drink of juma juice.
He doubted he even knew what exactly to do here. It would be a prime opportunity to arrest him, but somehow, despite better judgment, Poe wasn’t able to. Maybe it was that leftover history they still had, a history that led him to grapple with it on nights when he couldn’t sleep.
He supposed he needed to do something, though. Maybe ordering a drink himself — this was what he came for, right? — was a good place to start.
***
“It’s rather unbecoming of a Resistance leader to be drinking on the job.”
Poe had no idea how Kylo could sound snarky even when drunk, but he hoped he could respond in kind.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,” Poe snarked. “Except for the First Order thing."
“What General Hux and the others don’t know won’t hurt them.” Kylo took another sip of juma. “What are you doing here?”
Poe couldn’t think of a good alibi. If he was more prepared, he could have at least made something up about…something. “What are you doing here?”
Kylo hesitated. Then, “Is it really implausible to think I need some time away from the First Order?”
“Maybe a little, Darth Pretentious.”
Kylo tried to look angry. Tried. At least before he actually seemed to smirk a little. “Technically, the Knights of Ren aren’t Sith, but…that actually is funny.”
Poe didn’t know how to react to this. It reminded him of better times, when he had laughed at Ben’s jokes and Ben had laughed at his, and Poe had thanked the stars and Kylo didn’t need a kriffing restraining table to keep Poe with him.
Kriff, this was getting too close to home.
He downed another shot of Tarisian ale.
***
“You broke my heart, y’know.”
“That's specific and yet nonspecific at the same time.” Then, "If it was the Finalizer…it gave me no pleasure.”
“Yeah. And that makes it better.” Poe said sarcastically (now apparently it was his turn to sound like a smartmouth and be drunk at the same time). “You…I promised I wouldn’t talk about it unless you were locked up, but I guess now is a good time as any."
“You were brave, y’know,” Kylo said. “I wasn’ lying when I said I was impressed. From a strictly…adversarial standpoint…”
“We didn’t use to be enemies, Ben.”
Kylo winced. Then, “Things change.”
Silence.
“Why did ya leave in the first place?”
He didn’t miss the way Kylo choked down his next sip of juma.
“I had to,” Kylo said. “Keeping you safe…it was my top priority. Snoke would have broken you.”
“He broke you too.”
“I’m more expendable than you.” Kylo’s voice had an audible drunken slur to it. “I said the scavenger had no place in this story, but it’s not like I’m better. You, at least…you’re a good person.”
“You were a good person too. You still can be.”
Kylo downed another glass of juma, but didn’t comment.
***
Kylo was already passed out drunk; Poe was glad there was a spare room in the cantina where he could take Kylo, take care of him. Even lugging him towards said spare room, Poe found it was already hard.
Despite himself, he felt in that moment like he needed Kylo. Did Kylo need him? It probably made no difference given they were at war.
He propped Kylo up on the bed, smoothing away his hair, at least then. It struck Poe how vulnerable Kylo looked, how very Ben.
He supposed they’d both been vulnerable that night.
He couldn’t stay. But he left a note, explaining things as succinctly as possible. At the end:
I don’t hate you, for what it’s worth. I hope you at least don’t hate me, a little bit.
Summary: Poe and Kylo run into each other in a cantina.
Prompt: Drunkenness & Inebriation
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
When Poe actually entered the cantina (he supposed he didn’t know where exactly he was going; he just needed to get away from the Resistance for a while, and that was something he never even thought he’d think), he didn’t expect to see Kylo Ren there, unmasked, the moment that he entered.
The most bizarre thing about it, Poe thought, was that hardly anyone seemed to comment on the Supreme Leader of the First Order just sitting there in a cantina, taking a drink of juma juice.
He doubted he even knew what exactly to do here. It would be a prime opportunity to arrest him, but somehow, despite better judgment, Poe wasn’t able to. Maybe it was that leftover history they still had, a history that led him to grapple with it on nights when he couldn’t sleep.
He supposed he needed to do something, though. Maybe ordering a drink himself — this was what he came for, right? — was a good place to start.
***
“It’s rather unbecoming of a Resistance leader to be drinking on the job.”
Poe had no idea how Kylo could sound snarky even when drunk, but he hoped he could respond in kind.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,” Poe snarked. “Except for the First Order thing."
“What General Hux and the others don’t know won’t hurt them.” Kylo took another sip of juma. “What are you doing here?”
Poe couldn’t think of a good alibi. If he was more prepared, he could have at least made something up about…something. “What are you doing here?”
Kylo hesitated. Then, “Is it really implausible to think I need some time away from the First Order?”
“Maybe a little, Darth Pretentious.”
Kylo tried to look angry. Tried. At least before he actually seemed to smirk a little. “Technically, the Knights of Ren aren’t Sith, but…that actually is funny.”
Poe didn’t know how to react to this. It reminded him of better times, when he had laughed at Ben’s jokes and Ben had laughed at his, and Poe had thanked the stars and Kylo didn’t need a kriffing restraining table to keep Poe with him.
Kriff, this was getting too close to home.
He downed another shot of Tarisian ale.
***
“You broke my heart, y’know.”
“That's specific and yet nonspecific at the same time.” Then, "If it was the Finalizer…it gave me no pleasure.”
“Yeah. And that makes it better.” Poe said sarcastically (now apparently it was his turn to sound like a smartmouth and be drunk at the same time). “You…I promised I wouldn’t talk about it unless you were locked up, but I guess now is a good time as any."
“You were brave, y’know,” Kylo said. “I wasn’ lying when I said I was impressed. From a strictly…adversarial standpoint…”
“We didn’t use to be enemies, Ben.”
Kylo winced. Then, “Things change.”
Silence.
“Why did ya leave in the first place?”
He didn’t miss the way Kylo choked down his next sip of juma.
“I had to,” Kylo said. “Keeping you safe…it was my top priority. Snoke would have broken you.”
“He broke you too.”
“I’m more expendable than you.” Kylo’s voice had an audible drunken slur to it. “I said the scavenger had no place in this story, but it’s not like I’m better. You, at least…you’re a good person.”
“You were a good person too. You still can be.”
Kylo downed another glass of juma, but didn’t comment.
***
Kylo was already passed out drunk; Poe was glad there was a spare room in the cantina where he could take Kylo, take care of him. Even lugging him towards said spare room, Poe found it was already hard.
Despite himself, he felt in that moment like he needed Kylo. Did Kylo need him? It probably made no difference given they were at war.
He propped Kylo up on the bed, smoothing away his hair, at least then. It struck Poe how vulnerable Kylo looked, how very Ben.
He supposed they’d both been vulnerable that night.
He couldn’t stay. But he left a note, explaining things as succinctly as possible. At the end:
I don’t hate you, for what it’s worth. I hope you at least don’t hate me, a little bit.
