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WHO: Armitage Hux and Poe Dameron
WHERE: some bar in De Chima
WHEN: night of December 27th
WHAT: TMI and some regret of certain life choices
WARNINGS: mentions of death, torture, tmi, something may get set on fire at some point.

[He was the Destroyer of Worlds. He was the one who had brought the New Republic to its knees and destroyed it with a single word. He had commanded fleets of massive star destroyers, a massive army at his fingertips. No one had dared to do what he had accomplished- no one had been willing to do what he had.

But tonight he found himself at a bar somewhere in De Chima, a bit drunk and letting some man get a little too close while buying him drinks. Normally that would have disgusted him, the hand on his thigh would have been broken in several places but tonight he allowed it as he downed another shot and ordered another drink. His goal that night was to drink enough not to feel before going home to hopefully sleep.

He stopped as he reached for his drink, watching Poe make his way to the bar. The rebel pilot was one of the last people that he wanted to see at the moment but he wasn't going to slink away. He wouldn't wait either- if he made the first move he would have the advantage. The hand on his thigh was shoved away as he looked at Poe, turning around. He was sure he looked like a mess - he wore jeans and a plain shirt, hair falling loosely. Definitely not an appropriate for a First Order general.]

So what are you doing here tonight, Dameron?

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[ There were times when Poe desperately wished he could feel the Force. Most of the time he got on perfectly well with not - completely accepting that he wasn't one of the special, chosen few with that ability.

And then there were days where he wandered into a bar that General Fucking Hux was already in, and really wished he could have felt the man from a million miles away and avoided him completely.

Now that he was here, though, and now that Hux was speaking directly to him, he couldn't just back down and leave. That would be sensible, or something. So instead he just straightened his spine at the same time as giving an overly casual shrug, moving to step past him. ] Looking for a Hug, generally. Too bad I found the worst kind.

Edited 2018-12-28 14:10 (UTC)

Aren't you clever.

[Hux raised his eyebrows, staring at Poe intently. If he had been less drunk he would have known that he was too drunk to deal with the rebel pilot at the moment. The man beside him also looked at Poe as he wrapped an arm around Hux's waist, attempting to pull the ginger closer to him. Hux allowed it for the moment as he finished half of his drink, waving the bartender over to order drinks for them both..]

You're going to have a drink with me. I won't try to murder you brutally for the time being.

[But it had definitely occurred to him but even as drunk as he was he knew setting Poe on fire in a public place wasn't the best idea, as satisfying as it would be. He shrugged off the arm around his waist, shoving the man back with a muttered I'm done with you now.]

Oh good, this definitely sounds like a better evening than sitting in a dark corner ripping my toe nails off. I wouldn't prefer to do that at all.

[ But he still couldn't back down. So as the rejected man passed him, he put a hand on the guy's shoulder and said, Trust me, you just dodged a bullet.

He took a seat, despite himself, pointedly leaving an empty stool between him and Hux. ]

Just give me a virgin cocktail. Don't care which one. [ He wanted to have his wits about him for whatever the fuck this was. ]

For the time being? You getting so antsy for murder you want to break the truce, now? [ Wryly. ]

[Hux waved a hand dismissively at the mention of the truce. He had no idea if Kylo Ren was an ally at this time and he wasn't going to make that assumption. Antagonizing Poe at the moment wasn't the best decision he was going to make this evening but he instead finished his drink and grabbed the next the bartender slid over to him.]

He'll take what I'm having.

[He leaned in closer to Poe, sliding over to the stool between them, nearly falling in the process but he managed to hold on, steadying himself for a moment.]

I would murder you, your friends, and all of your allies. But-

[He made a gesture for more shots to be brought over.]

For now I'm going to enjoy the good tequila they have here, Dameron.

Well that's the best pick up line I've heard lately. [ Incredibly dryly. ]

So what is this, exactly? You trying on a new face mask? Pissed drunk and hitting on random guys in bars?

[ Leia had told him that Hux and Ren were seeing each other, but given what he knew about Ren and his temper, if Hux was here with a guy on his lap in a bar, that might not have been completely accurate.

Not that he fucking cared.

He was just

curious. ]

Not random guys- I have standards. Which is why I'm not hitting on you.

[Hux downed the rest of his drink, slamming the glass on the table. He felt something coming up, thinking he may throw up as he tasted bile in the back of his throat but to his horror, it was words that came out.]

I'm 'searching for answers'. Or whatever bullshit he told me.

[He reached for one the shots, hoping to stop the words from spilling out but now they were coming up and he couldn't stop it.]

One minute I was 'good for him' -did you know the asshole once texted me in the early morning so I would pick him up after he got drunk at some party? I can't believe I actually went to get him instead because he was so helpless he couldn't get himself home.

And now he's off to 'search for himself' or some bullshit. He's an idiot- always has been. He pretends as if the Force makes him invincible and all-knowing but without it, he wouldn't last two days by himself. He has no idea how to do anything for himself.

[He gestured with one hand, fire suddenly appearing in his palm without him realizing it but he didn't care.]

Even with the Force, he's an idiot. He says he wants to be independent but he can't even do his own laundry- I had to clean up that mess. He gets so emotional over his family it's embarrassing. I had to hold him one night because he had nightmares but then he dares to bring up my father?

[He downed the shot before pointing at Poe, leaning in.]

Kylo Ren can go fuck himself. Him and his big cock, his big ears, and his stupid face.

Edited 2018-12-30 03:27 (UTC)

[ What did Poe ever do to deserve this? Nothing. If there's one thing that Poe knows, it's that he doesn't deserve any of this. He has no idea if this is volunteered information or if it's his power going haywire, but he's in it now.

He could just leave. Probably. Assuming Hux wouldn't just grab him and light him on fire. But it was like watching a train wreck - morbidly fascinating.

His brain had just caught on the 'nightmares' part, about to process it, when Hux completely derailed it by going on about the size of his cock. ]

Fuck. Fuck, I do need that tequila. [ He says it to the bartender, rather than Hux, and immediately does the shot offered him. ]

So he left you. [ Flatly. He really, really hadn't wanted to hear about them fucking in the first place, but Leia had already broken that desire. Thanks, Leia. ]

[He was getting frustrated, taking another drink and hoping that would stop the words from tumbling out. No one should be able to get information from him this easily- even if he was drunk.

But some force just kept him talking despite his best efforts.]

Yes, he left. I'm hoping he's off crying somewhere- he sometimes looks like he's going to burst into tears at any moment. It's not exactly a turn on. It's pathetic- he has nothing to complain about when it comes to parents and family but always acts as his family is the absolute worst.

[He grabbed the second shot the bartender was going to serve to Poe, downing it in one drink and gesturing for more.]

But you know- perhaps this is for the best. He would leave his toenail clippings everywhere, leave his clothes all around the house. Sometimes the only reason I didn't suffocate him in his sleep or poison his coffee after nights of stepping on his toenail clippings in the dark was that he's very.....very talented with his mouth.

[He was just tossing shot glasses aside now, heat radiating around him.]

If only he didn't open it to say the stupid things he always said. Did I tell you how stupid he is? He's a lying sack of bantha shit.

[And with that, another glass was tossed, shattering on the bar.]

[ Poe gestured to the bartender and managed to just get the man to give him the entire bottle rather than wait for him to fill up his shots. So Poe poured two more shots out. He wouldn't have too much but he needed something. He wasn't sure that he really wanted to give Hux more ammo to throw around, but maybe if he drank enough he'd just pass out. ]

I feel like our relationship is really not to the point where you should be describing anyone's oral talents. Thanks. I think I can pass on that.

But oh no, he lied to you, that's terrible, that's definitely the most horrible thing he's ever done, please elaborate.

[ Could his voice get any flatter? No, no it could not. ]

He wants you to think he's done terrible things but aside from some murder, he's really not that terrifying once you see under that stupid mask of his and realize how vulnerable he is.

[Hux snorted with disdain, dropping the shot he had picked up, feeling dizzy. He had to hold onto the bar, bile and words rising in his throat.]

He doesn't know how to do anything on his own, Dameron. I cannot wait...I cannot....wait... to see how long he'll last by himself until he finds someone else to run to who will take care of him.

[He leaned in closer as if he was going to say something, wavering. No, he refused to throw up, He refused. His vision blurred and he felt heavy and the next thing he saw was darkness as he passed out, slumping against Poe.]

.... Fuck.

[ Who knew this skinny ass ginger was so heavy?

Poe sighed, reaching over to dig into Hux's pockets and grab his wallet, slamming some cash down on the bar. ]

Keep the change. [ Very dryly.

Then he dragged Hux up onto a shoulder and out of the bar. Leaving a man who could and probably would easily burn down the whole place if he woke up too pissed was probably a bad idea. And the De Chima apartments weren't too far. So he waved down a cab and shoved Hux into the back seat, only to be told that they wouldn't take him anywhere completely passed out. So Poe sighed again, grabbed his carpet and then slid into the backseat himself, giving the address. ]

This is what needs to happen every time I drink. I'd be sober in a week. Just never go to a damned bar again.

[Hux stirred for a moment, not really conscious. He opened his eyes slightly when he was shoved in the back of the taxi, murmuring in jumbled words. When Poe was in, he tried to keep conscious, only seeing a figure of someone next to him. It was difficult to focus- surely that was Ren. Only Ren would be here.

He shifted to lay against Poe, resting his head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.]

I...hate you [his words were slurred as he tried to focus but his tone was almost affectionate.] so much, Ren.

So

So much.

[His hold on Poe tightened, fingers digging into his side.]

So much.

Edited 2019-01-03 05:49 (UTC)

If you don't let go of me, I'm going to be the one to throw up, [ Poe mutters as he tried to shove Hux's face away from him. ]

I am about a foot too short to be Mr. Tall, Dark and Brooding, also I'm pretty sure I have fewer abs. And if you start talking about his mouth or literally any part of him again I'm going to find something to shove in yours to keep you quiet.

[ Pleadingly, at the taxi driver: ] Are we there yet?

Ow, stop it.

[Hux grumbled, shifting but ended up with his face almost pressed into Poe's armpit instead.]

Are we there yet? Take the highway north.

[He had no idea where they were, actually. His entire body felt heavy and whenever he opened his eyes it felt as if the world was going to spin out of control, making his stomach lurch threateningly.]

You smell really bad.

Ignore him - he's really drunk. He probably thinks we're in Heropa or something.

[ Force, how the hell was he supposed to pry this leech from him. ]

Uh, hate to say it but that's all you, pal. You smell like you decided to bathe in a burning liquor store.

Oh thank the force, we're nearly there.

I'm very drunk and not drunk enough. [The urge to throw up was even more tempting but he managed to pry himself away from Poe's armpit a little, wrinkling his nose but ended up slumping against Poe's chest again.]

It's all his fault. I bet he's found somewhere else to get his dick wet, the asshole.

[Hux finally sat up a little, his eyes unfocused and he was definitely unsteady. Without warning he leaned over as if to kiss Poe but missed, his lips ending up just below Poe's hair, his body slumped against him.]

I hate him...so

much.

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