It was another long shift at the Casino, feet aching and back cramped. Thankfully, today was a bit slower then usual, giving you the leisure to slack off a bit more.
The Casino was just filled with the usuals tonight. You were thankful for that because they were always the nicest and didn't require much manual labour to handle or entertain. Part of you wondered if you'd see a certain high-spender tonight though.
After a long night at the bar with Poe and his friends, you were more then hungover and full of regret. You could barely face Poe at work knowing what had happened in that bar bathroom, and how you had said another mans name while he was the one making you cum.
So, you desperately tried to distract yourself from thinking about it, hands gripping a damp cloth tightly as you wiped down the grimy bar countertop. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, skin scuffed raw and you aggressively cleaned.
"There you are. I haven't seen you all night, I'm starting to think you're avoiding me." A familiar voice gruffed from across the bar, causing your head to snap up and body freeze.
Poe stood opposite of you, dressed in the same uniform — white button-up, black slacks, apron around the waist. He held an empty black tray at his side, brows knit and a worried glance in his eyes. You swallowed hard, silently cursing yourself out.
"Uh, no, I've just been busy, lots of people out tonight." You blurted out, lying through your teeth. Poe chuckled at your response, glancing around the large Casino.
"No, it's not busy at all." He retorted, giving you a lazy cocked brow. He slides into one of the stools, setting the tray beside your hand, on the countertop. Your cheeks flushed red as he caught you in the lie.
"Right," you began, gritting, "sorry for not finding you earlier, really. I've just been distracted." You offer in response, forcing a sad smile as you balled up the soggy cloth.
He sighs. "I can see that," he paused, "are we going to talk about the other night or are we just going to keep avoiding it?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. You swallowed dryly.
The other night. Heavy drinking, hot sex, loud music. It was almost straight out of some bad music video. Except in yours, the drunken state of which you had been in wasn't as glamorous, as well as the morning after — which involved smeared mascara and vomit in the toilet bowl.
You turn your back to him, discarding the cloth into one of the sinks and pretending to busy yourself with clean glasses. "I was hoping we could keep avoiding it..." you grumbled understand your breath.
Poe took in a sharp breath from behind you. "Listen, it's none of my business – and I don't know who this Ren guy is, but if you're seeing someone we should probably stop. I don't want to be that guy." He broke to you.
You grit your jaw. Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. You turned on your heel to face him. "Poe, it was nothing, okay? I'm not seeing anyone...just you." You explain, a sad smile breaking onto your lips.
His eyes lit up at your response. "We're seeing each other now? I thought we were just friends." He chokes out, stifling a laugh.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you let out a heavy sigh. "Poe, I don't know what we are – co-workers, friends with benefits, yes. Seeing each other? I don't know about that." You explained, shaking your head.
You could see his face falter slightly. Your heart ached for him. The two of you had never really, discussed, what went on. It was almost a kiss-and-tell situation. But now that you had finally confront it, you weren't sure what you felt for him. You could tell he probably didn't either.
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POKER FACE - Kylo Ren.
Fanfiction"Love game intuition, play the cards with spades to start..." Nobody knew anything about who Kylo Ren really was - they just knew he was a poker player, gambler at best, and he was damn good at it. He had money to blow, money people weren't sure...
