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The Millennium Falcon has seen so many things in its long, arduous run as a smuggler's vessel. And then a cargo vessel, a warship, a scrap heap, a warship again, and now, a temporary safe haven for the last remaining Rebel forces under General Leia Organa.
The great Luke Skywalker has passed on, leaving Rey in a commiserating heap, desperately orbiting Leia. As Leia's second-in-command, Poe Dameron felt duty-bound to shield the general from the worst of Rey's depressive debris.
Which is why, when a mostly-recovered Rose suggested a round of drinking games, Poe jumped at the opportunity for distraction.
"Come on, Rey, it'll be good," Poe tapped Rey's arm playfully, ignoring the pointed look of annoyance on her face. "You can show me just how strong that newfound Jedi balance of yours is,"
"And we can all laugh into our drinks watching you pull out after the first round, Commander," Finn smirked from his seat at the table. They had settled comfortably in the lounge of the Falcon, with most of the scattered remnants of the Resistance only drifting past every so often. Leia was in the cockpit, most likely discussing the crew's next moves with Chewbacca, currently sitting in the pilot seat. The ship's other two pilots had been forced off-duty by a rather annoyed General.
"Between your trigger-fingered excitement and Rey's listless sense of direction, you both might as well give us straight over to the Order right now," Leia had said, with a deep set frown. "You need to relax, the both of you, and that's an order." She had glared hard at Poe, knowing the pilot had wanted to argue.
He hates it when she's right.
So, now they're settled into the lounge, the entire table in front of them laden with shot glasses of jet juice. Rey looked sceptical, eyebrow raised at the glasses.
"Alright now," Poe rubbed his hands together eagerly. "How about a little game to get things going? A little 'Two Truths and A Lie'?"
"How's that a drinking game?" Rose tilted her head, leaning forward in interest.
"Simple, really. I'll list three things about myself, two of them true and one of them a lie. If you three all agree and catch me out on my lie, I drink. If you guess a truth, all three of you must drink."
"But what if we can't agree on what to ask?" Finn glanced between the four of them, divvying up the first lot of drinks.
"Then you drink, and I win the round," Poe smirked. "How about we start with me, then? I'll go easy on ya," He waved his hand, tapping his chin in thought before holding up one finger. "When I was fifteen years old, I saw my entire village burn to the ground in the name of the First Order, or whatever they were called at that stage." Poe drew in a sharp breath, being sure to keep his eyes on the liquor in front of him as he raised a second finger. "I have developed feelings for a crew member on board this ship." The other three were silent, and Poe could feel their inquisitive gazes piercing him. He raised a final third finger. "And I once heard Leia call me by her husband's name in a fit of rage." Rey let out a snorting laugh.
"Now that I could believe,"
"So is that the one you're all going to go with?" Poe raised his glass. Rey shared a glance at Finn and Rose, who let out agreeing noises. Poe nodded, bringing the glass to his lips before lowering it. "Take a drink then."
"What?" Finn gasped, staring in surprise. Poe smirked as Rose considered him cautiously.
"I'm not going to assume you'd lie about something so painful as watching your village burn, so..."
"Leia has never called you Han?" Rey frowned. "But even Chewie says you remind him of Solo,"
"But wait, that means the other thing was a truth," Finn smacked his lips to clear the last drops of drink. "You got a crush on someone on-board?" Poe swallowed nervously before pasting on a wide grin.
"Your turn, solider boy," He winked as he picked up his glass, throwing an arm up onto the couch. He nudged Finn gently with his knee, which seemed to pull the guy out of his trance.
"Oh, uh," Finn looked deep in thought as he pulled a new shot towards himself. "Okay, um. Well, when we were in Canto Bight, there was this piano player. The music they played hasn't left my head since that night and I think it might be driving me crazy," He let out a dry chuckle. "Two, I've had this drop before, a few nights before our first real mission, me and a buddy of mine snuck out and drank a whole bottle of this stuff," Finn grimaced. "And uh, I guess I," He cleared his throat. "I had never really believe in, well, anything, to be honest, until I met this one person. First person who really looked at me and considered me to be, you know, more than a number, more than just a body. And I kinda...fell for them. Hard. Still carrying that one." Finn scratched the side of his face, seemingly counting seconds as he stared everyone at the table down.
"Well," Rose frowned. "I know for a fact there was a piano at that ridiculous casino, but I don't think anybody was playing it,"
"Is that it?" Rey glanced between Rose and Poe, who felt like his tongue was trying to shrivel down his throat in fear. That means...that means...
"That means the other two are true," He croaked out. Rose and Rey considered this.
"The drinking thing seems like it could be real," Rey nodded. "Troopers don't remove their helmets, though,"
"They're not supposed to, no," Finn cleared his throat. He froze. "I mean, yeah, yeah, no, you're absolutely right. Stormtroopers do not remove their helmets in any social situation," Finn nodded to emphasise his point. Rey blinked slowly before Poe let out a chuckle.
"Man, you're a great guy, but lying is not one of your strong suits. My money's on the piano thing. Which means it seems like our guy has fallen for somebody on this ship as well, am I right?" Poe pulled a drink up, prepared to be proven wrong. A small part of him, the part that despises himself, was still convinced he was wrong, and Finn was lying about having feelings. There's no way.
By process of elimination, the only people Poe knows of that treated Finn like a human being from the get-go are Rey, and...
Oh.
Oh.
"You got me," Finn cracked a smile, eyes glittering with mirth, and perhaps the slightest bit of nerves. He threw back the drink without flinching, turning his glass upside-down.
"Well then, who is it?" Rey fixed her ever-keen gaze onto Finn, who froze yet again under her piercing stare. "I'm sure Poe's also worked out that by the sentence you said, it was either himself or me who first treated you properly. Am I correct about that?" She paused, but only long enough for Finn to offer up a small choking noise. "So, who is it? Because, Finn, as much as I do love you, you're a brother to me. You know that, don't you?"
"Well, yes, of course, why would—"
"Then you agree. You see me like a sibling?"
"Yes, but what does this—"
"Then it's settled. You fell for Poe, didn't you?"
Silence soaked the room like a blanket of salted snow. Poe glanced at Finn, who looked like one of those dancing Bith with his widened eyes and moving mouth. Before anybody could say a word, the man got up and left.
"...was it something I said?" Rey glanced nervously at Poe. "I wasn't meaning to make him uncomfortable, I swear. I just thought that—"
"It's alright, Rey. You didn't do anything wrong," Poe rested a hand on Rey's shoulder before using his hand to take a swing of liquid courage. "You may have made him uncomfortable, but I'll fix it."
He pulled himself up from the table and marched right out the door, knowing exactly where Finn would've gone. A couple of turns around the ship and he found him, nestled in the newly-refurbished Captain's Quarters. Between himself, Leia, Chewbacca, Rey, and Finn, they all took turns sleeping in this room. Whoever wasn't on watch or pilot duty got a turn in the room. Technically, it was Poe's turn in the quarters, but he wasn't going to point that out to Finn. Not right now, while he's wrapping himself up tight into his leather jacket, Poe's leather jacket, and taking deep breaths. Poe could almost hear the whirring cogs in his mind.
"Hey pal," He leaned up against the bay entrance frame. Finn looked up, so spooked and frightened, Poe's heart nearly gave way at the sight of him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. Rey's sorry too, but I'm sure she'll find a way to make it up to you herself. I just figured you wouldn't want to be alone right now,"
"I...don't know what I want right now," Finn panted out. "All I can think of how many times I thought about reaching out to you, and learning more about you, and spending more time with you, but," He drew in a slow breath. "There never seems to be time for that. There's not enough time for me to know you, really know you, the way I'd like to,"
"How?"
"What?"
"How would you like to know me?" Poe took a slow step into the room. "I'll tell you anything. Take what you want."
"You shouldn't say things like that, Poe."
"Well, you know me," He slapped on a cocky grin. "I like to live dangerously," Finn blinked, opened his mouth to say something, before he just chuckles. "What, what is it?"
"It's just," And he turned his face upwards, the sight of his honest smile turning another ember in Poe's heart. "I just said I thought I didn't know you, and you answered it with such certainty. Your confidence in me is so—"
"Of course I have confidence in you, Finn. You're everything. If the Jedi have their religion, then I have my own. I have certainty in my religion, and it's you."
"Poe—"
"It's you, Finn," He took a slow seat next to the man perched on the edge of the bed. "You're the crew member I have a crush on. I didn't realise I had feelings for you at first, just thought you might be cool to be friends with, but then I saw you wearing this old thing," Poe snagged his fingers on the frayed edge of his leather jacket zipper, following it up towards the neck. "And it was like I'd seen a sunrise for the first time."
"You calling me a sunrise, Commander?"
"More like a morning aurora. A wonderous sight to bear witness to," Poe brought his hand up to Finn's cheeks, smiling at the warmth of his skin. "An even more miraculous gift to hold,"
"Just kiss me, you fool."
Poe laughed, melting into his solider like a child. He pressed his lips to Finn, smiling as Finn held his face gently, threading his fingers through his hair. They broke apart gently, and Poe kept his gaze firmly on those gorgeous sparkling eyes.
"Given a new meaning to 'sunkissed' now." He pressed another kiss to Finn's smiling face.
"You're ridiculous." Finn rolled his eyes, breaking out into a wide smile before pulling him in for a deeper kiss.
"You love it."