Midnight Rules are Breaking

That's Life

The sun was long set by the time Rey shut off her bike and climbed up the stairs to her apartment, pulling out her hair as and shucking her backpack back on over her shoulders. She didn't expect Finn to still be awake, not unless he was having a late-night romp with Poe which Rey really hoped wasn't the case— especially considering she still couldn't figure out the right amount of bleach needed to burn the mental image that was trapped in her head of the last time she fell victim and witnessed that. To her surprise, Finn was still awake when she walked in, eyes droopy as he watched a rerun of Friends on their cracked leather couch.

He barely looked up as she dropped her keys in the metal bowl on the counter, only acknowledging Rey with a muttered 'hey' as she kicked off her shoes, set down her backpack, and walked to the kitchen.

"You fall asleep on the couch again?" Rey asked him as she grabbed a container of blackberries out of the fridge, hopped up onto the counter and popping one in her mouth.

"No, I stayed up for you peanut. You know, savoring every last moment with you before you leave and throw me to the wolves." His voice was filled with a sleepy version of the sarcastic picking on Rey knew so well. She gave him a pointed look and he sighed. "Yeah, I did."

Rey waited a moment before responding, only humming a 'mmhmm', and put another blackberry in her mouth savoring its sweetness. She silently thanked her past self for deciding to take the chance and pick them up from the store despite her terrible luck in choosing ripe fruit.

"Unless the wolf is five foot nine, has the sass of a teenage girl, and so-so taste in music, I can't say I'm throwing you to anyone," she finally said, a smile toying on her lips. It was one of the major reasons she had decided to get her own place to begin with. It wasn't that Rey didn't enjoy Poe's company, although he could sometimes be a very difficult man, it was the fact that what they had sometimes hurt her heart. Finn was so happy, completely content with Poe by his side, and every moment she stayed in the house was a reminder of just how alone she was. That would only prove worse once Poe's lease ran up and he was actually living there.

Finn coughed out his laughter, almost as if he was trying to hold it back but it bubbled and forced its way out. "He might as well be. I mean he is just as ravenous." Finn's face was only illuminated by the television— some random foot fungus commercial painting his features in purple and white— so she couldn't tell if he winked in that particularly ridiculous, unabashed way of his, but it was implied. Rey tortuously shook her head, smiling softly down at her blackberries.

Finn abandoned the couch and headed her way, tapping her shoulder slightly when he arrived signaling her to move over so he could grab a glass out of the cupboard. He talked about his day, running through the particularly interesting office drama that Rey eagerly soaked up and skimmed over the rest.

He had finished talking about Patricia and her break room rules that she insisted everyone follow, and how she had screamed at Rolland about some secret thing that had happened that weekend when Rey remembered about the house.

"Yeah, so now the entire office thinks she's fucking him. And that was my day." Finn had changed from standing to sitting during the course of their conversation. He was now propped up on the adjacent island countertop, legs swinging slightly and hitting the cabinet doors with gentle thuds. "How was yours?" He asked nonchalantly as he took another sip from his water. "Any hotties you needed to make drinks for?"

Rey chuffed light laughter. "Not unless you think Mr. Binks is mind-numbingly hot." She slid off the counter and placed the, now empty, blackberry container in the recycle. "It was a pretty casual day. But I did get a call back from the realtor." She busied herself with spare dishes that were left in the sink from that morning, for some strange reason worried about his reaction.