you need a pilot?

poe dameron. 36. pilot. resident of hermosa.

[d-amerons]

princeoladele‌:

who: Anybody

where: Outside the Town Hall

How his supervisors thought that a town-wide conspiracy was a call for a university social media campaign was honestly beyond Miles. But there he sat - tabled outside the Town Hall, interviewing passerby citizens about their reactions to the news of new residents in Hermosa. The concept still felt foreign on Miles’ brain. Until this point he had only considered strangers as Hermosan residents he hadn’t met yet, it would be interesting to interact with someone with no history in Hermosa. It would be refreshing to talk to someone with no recollection of the Oladele history. 

He scrolled through his social media timelines with absent eyes. The rush of pedestrians had died down and he was considering packing up for the evening. He certainly had enough footage of middle-aged white women expressing concern about “possible rapists and murders” immigrating into their city and young adults who had been oblivious to the news up until this point. The only thing keeping him out was the prospect of one of the Atlantians visiting this side of town. He was pulled out of this thought by the sound of someone new shuffling past the Town Hall. “Hey!” He shouted, without looking up from his phone, feet still propped up on the table in front of him. “Got time for a couple of questions?” He repeated for the 110th time in the past couple of hours. He loosely pointed down to the sign attached to his table - “Newcomers to Hermosa: Friends or Foes?”. He flashed a charismatic smile before looking back to his mobile device.

Poe knew that being stopped in front of the Town Hall was never good, and he spotted the table from a mile away. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to another group tabling for a politician or for someone to try and sell him Girl Scout cookies. As he neared, however, he realized he recognized the face behind the table, even if it was buried in his phone. “Sure, kid. Ask away,” he said with a laugh. “Who exactly’s doing the asking, though?” he asked, gesturing towards the sign. He knew it had been a topic of conversation recently, but  it didn’t even seem as if the boy was entirely interested in the answers to his questions.

[ask-meme-addicts]

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Alternatively, send 🔥 + a URL/name and my muse will roast them.

[d-amerons]

location: cosmos cinema date: june 18th status: closed to @resident-eleutheromaniac

One short phone call had determined their destination for tonight: the movie theater. Movie nights weren’t uncommon for them, though he usually just had his friends over and made a bunch of popcorn. Today, however, they were going to see one of the most important cinematic releases in ten years. Mamma Mia 2 had hit theaters, and Poe wasn’t going to wait much longer to see it. 

This time, however, he had only invited Finn. The man didn’t seem too surprised by the lack of a group text coordinating schedules or opposed to the idea of spending just a night by themselves. However, Poe  had never exactly called it a date. The word seemed foreign in his mouth, and they had never really classified the night as more than just another movie. 

That didn’t stop his eyes from lighting up when he saw the man walking towards the entrance of the theater. “Hey, I already bought our tickets,” he said with a grin, pulling them out of his pocket. “You ready? We still need to get the popcorn and everything, if you want.”

[twdrg]

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[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Usually, Dima would have rolled his eyes nearly out of his head at Poe’s own romantic struggles, but that would feel a step past a line Dima had drawn for himself today. Besides, Dima knew how Poe felt. There was a lot of baggage on both their shoulders, enough that any person with a small scrap of empathy would be loathe to settle it one someone else. More importantly, though, Dima could see how Finn might feel, too– And Finn deserved to have some kind of voice in this, even if he and Poe couldn’t get their acts together long enough to talk about it.

“I mean yes, but you’re…” Dima sighed. “Look, where Finn comes from, what he’s gone through, I agree that, like, keeping it chill was a good idea. Getting into romantic relationships when you don’t have a support system outside of it is the worst fucking idea in the world. 100% agreed. But, seriously, Dameron, it’s been years.” Dima’s eyes narrowed at Poe, not trying to judge but lend seriousness to his words that they generally did not contain. “We both know that no matter how much you love your friends, its hard to process how much they love you. And I don’t know about your love life, but there’s something special about knowing that someone wants you around romantically. I’m just saying, maybe Finn deserves to feel that from you, even if you are a fucked up old man.”

Dima blinked. “Which you aren’t, by the way.” Good people always thought they were worse than the rest of the world saw them. Probably because they didn’t know what truly broken men really looked like– Dima had known a few; They made him look like a model citizen.

“If being good for someone is the new litmus for deserving to be in a romantic relationship with them, you are outstripping me by literal miles of good deeds. I get Ram drunk in public on a regular basis. You, what, give Finn girly cocktails and hold his hand when he gets tipsy so he doesn’t wander off?”

Dmitri was the last person in the world Poe could think of to talk to about his relationship problems. In reality, was it even a problem? He was comfortable with Finn, more so than he had been with anyone in a long while. The two of them and Rey had a good thing going on, so why would he try to ruin it? The thought of even telling Rey how he felt about the man was nerve-wracking, to say the least. But by the way Dmitri spoke, it seemed like half the town knew already.

The more he kept talking, however, the more Dima started to make sense. He had spent years at Finn’s side, supporting him through whatever their small town decided to throw at him. That didn’t mean the man owed him anything, but it did mean he was close to Finn in a way few were. Hell, the man was practically famous, for horrors beyond anything Poe could imagine. He just didn’t know how to approach the subject with Finn whatsoever. “What if he doesn’t feel the same?” he finally said with a sigh, the same worry that he knew Dima had about Ram. “I mean, doesn’t he basically act the same way around Rey as he does around me? He might just be comfortable with us, that doesn’t mean he wants a relationship. Hell, I don’t know if he’s ever been in a relationship,” he said, the thought sobering. They didn’t talk much about the man’s past, and he was almost positive Finn would want to keep it that way. 

Ignoring the comment about his age, he glanced back at Dmitri. “I don’t get him publicly intoxicated, if that’s what you’re asking. But Ram’s a different kind of guy, isn’t he?” Poe asked with a laugh. Not a bad thing, just something he had noticed. After all, there wasn’t anyone quite like Finn. “I’m not saying you’re the best influence on anyone, but at least you give a shit about him.”

[d-amerons]

curiovser:

Laughter was a mask. The lighthearted tone was an illusion, half-jokes contained within. The pair of them may have been situated among screaming children and smooching couples, but they were in their own world - one filled with webs of deceit, lies without trace and more conspiracies than was healthy. Having long thought she (and Markus) were alone, it was comforting that someone else didn’t think them half mad. She needed to know more. But he was right. There were too many prying ears here. Privacy was everything in a town as small as Hermosa. Arching her chin, Alices gives a stern nod. “What are you doing the night after tomorrow?” She asks, boldness triumphing over caution. “My place has surprisingly thin walls.”

To some, the tales that Alice spun seemed absurd. Poe knew this, and didn’t pay much mind to the podcast episodes that seemed to pop up every few days. However, he couldn’t help but check her blog every once in a while. She had broken the story about Finn, after all. “You inviting yourself over, Liddell?” he said with a smirk, his eyes falling on her once more. “I guess it’s a date, then,” he said after a brief pause. Maybe they were playing with fire, but it felt good to know that he wasn’t the only one who had questions. That he, Finn, and Rey weren’t the only ones paying attention to everything happening around town. 

[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Dima snorted. “He’s two years younger than your boyfriend, Nabakov.” He nudged Poe with a smirk. “Besides, he’s…” Dima sighed. “I know he acts young, sometimes, but–” Dima made a small, uncomfortable noise. “He’s… He’s a grown ass man, okay?”

“I don’t fucking know.” Dima scratched at his beard, eyes roaming over the place. “I…” He had flashes of red hair and silver knives, and it made his bad mood even worse. Dima’s frown deepened. Feelings upon feelings, now. “I was pretty good at it, once.” And then she tried to kill me. “I could try it again. Probably. I could be good for him. ”

Dima thought about Ram’s warmth against his side, Ram’s skin against his, the sunshine in his gaze. Was that friendship? God, when was the last time Dima had a friend? Vlad was like a father, Poe was more of a very attractive enemy than anything, and Meg was more of a co-worker he sometimes slept with. There was Rey, maybe, but that didn’t feel anything like being with Ram.

“Um. We’re probably friends? I mean… as much as you can be friends with someone whose dick you want to suck.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s got enough shit going on, he doesn’t need to worry about...all of this too,” Poe said, waving his hand around as if the generalization about himself made any sense. As if his whole life was harder than where Finn came from, what he’d already seen. There was no guarantee that Finn would see him as any sort of burden to take on, but he didn’t want to push the man too far. Surely Dima understood that. “Just keep telling yourself that,” he said with a bit of a smirk.

Seeing his face fall, Poe tried to backtrack. The goal wasn’t to make Dmitri feel bad about himself, no matter how much he disliked the man. “I honestly think you could be good for him. You’re good for him now,” he said. He saw the way the two men acted when they were together, and he could see the look in the man’s eyes. It was a familiar longing, one he was used to feeling all too often.

“Isn’t being friends, like, part of the whole relationship thing? Don’t call me an expert, but I don’t think sucking his dick is all there is to a relationship,” he said, his eyes falling to the table once more. “Like, I’d call myself friends with Finn, even though there might be something more there.” 

[d-amerons]

princeoladele:

time: pre-earthquake

status: open

location: near the festival stage

Miles was radiating warm energy as he perused through the carnival events. He had gotten a lot of compliments about his get up throughout the night. He wouldn’t let it get to his head, but being validated through fashion was a feeling he was into. It was pride month and on top of that, the festival was supposed to be about having fun. His outfit matched that energy. 

Fitted in his floral print romper, Miles was dancing his cares away to the concert’s live music. He wanted to marry whoever made the executive decision for the bands to start playing covers of 2000′s pop hits, but he was completely on board. His eyes were clouded by his big green goggles but it was obvious that they were beaming just like his smile. He was in extrovert heaven.

His dancing died down as the song ended and the crowd burst into applause. He decided to take a celebratory selfie in the meantime. As he was doing a casual quality inspection he noticed that he caught the person behind him in mid-yawn in the background of the photo. He immediately turned around to show them. “Gotcha” He teased, flashing his phone to them and clicking the save to memories button. Miles gave them a quick up-and-down. It appeared that they spent a similar amount of time to look cute for this event. “You look amazing tonight, though. How are you enjoying the festival?” He asked, taking off his shades and clipping them to his shirt pocket. 

It was highly unlikely that Poe would find Finn and Rey in the midst of the dancing crowd, but he figured it was worth a shot. He was pretty sure Finn had let his phone die again, and Rey wasn’t responding to any of his texts. So, the dance floor was the next place to look. He soon was pulled somewhat into the center, and figured it wouldn’t hurt to dance to a few songs.

He didn’t notice the flash until it was too late, a blinding light in the middle of the dance floor. "Do you ever put that thing away?” he said with a laugh, not minding the one bad picture. Finn and Rey had plenty saved on their phones, what was one more out in the universe? “So do you, kid. I might have to try a romper sometime,” Poe said, his eyes, falling on the floral print romper that Miles had worn. Sure, he didn’t exactly think he could pull something like that off, but the festival was making him believe all sorts of things. “It’s fun. Seems like there’s a lot to do this year. You just getting here?” he asked, a small smile on his lips. 

[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Dima turned disbelieving eyes toward Poe– “In the spirit of our new cooperation, I’m going to pretend your response to learning about my f–” Ugh. “Feelings, wasn’t to imply that he isn’t good enough for me.” Luckily, Poe had listened to his warning and not said Ram’s name in that incredulous voice, or the conversation would have been completely over.

“Anyway, yes. Him.” Dima gazed out over the crowd of the carnival, just so he wouldn’t have to look at Poe when he said it. “It… It wasn’t a real kiss. He was drunk off his ass, which is my fault, and that’s… That’s fine, I guess, I’m always up for drunken shenanigans, but it’s now how you fucking start a relationship. Which is apparently what I want, now. Jesus.”

Dima blinked. “What do you mean? Of course he doesn’t. Fuck. Would you?”

“That’s not what I meant. He’s just, like, a kid,” Poe said with a bit of a chuckle. “Besides, I didn’t know you were capable of having feelings for anything. Much less a person,” he said, his eyes falling on the almost empty fries container in front of him to avoid any more judgmental glares. He didn’t want to push the man too far away. If Dima was really talking to him about this, it meant he had nowhere else to go. Or at least, no one that Poe knew about. 

“Could you even be in a relationship, man?” he asked, his eyes falling back on Dmitri. It wasn’t what he imagined for the man at all, but hey. At least he knew what he wanted, the complete opposite of what Poe was feeling at the moment. He wanted something more with Finn, but did Finn want that too? This wasn’t about him right now, though. 

“We’re...we’re different. But he’s your friend, right?” Friendship, of course, was an entirely different beast. But Poe didn’t doubt that there might be something more there for the both of them. Hell, if Dima had feelings, anything was possible.

[d-amerons]

gastonmoitessier:

date: june 15th status: open location: game booths

The sickening smell of cotton candies and deep fried everything hung heavy in the air, only amplified by the crowds of people in attendance. Cedric kept those fools and their food from his mind, and pitched another ball at the small tower of bottles propped up in the nearest game booth. He’d watched those around him fail, fall for obvious tricks in the game, but not him. He had nothing in him that could fail, especially not tonight.

He looked again up at the giant stuffed swan hanging from a hook above his head. He’d win this symbol of love for Belle even if he had to stay at this booth the whole night. Maurice’s disappearance was a terrible thing, Cedric knew a thing or two about missing fathers, but, he couldn’t let an opportunity like this pass him by. He’d already won a stuffed bear, a blue dog that barked when its paw is pressed, a lava lamp, and a goldfish. These prizes sat in a pile at his feet, a hoard of treasures for his princess.

Cedric wound up his arm for the last shot toward winning this swan when the bottle tower beside his blasted apart. He turned, and watched the swan as it was stolen into the arms of this fool beside him. The scrawny, scarecrow of a kid working the booth only turned to Cedric with a shrug. “Fair is fair.”

Fair is fair, right. “Hey!” he said, abandoning that pile of treasures to trail after this thief. “What does a guy have to do around here to get a swan for his grieving lady?”

Once Poe had conquered most of the attractions lining the fairgrounds, his attention turned to the game booths. He figured he would catch up with his friends later in the night, maybe even surprise them with a prize or two won from the booths. He wasn’t expecting anything; he knew how notoriously hard it was to win anything at the fair. But it was always fun, and he had a few more dollars left in his pocket. It was all for a good cause, right?

He hadn’t won anything by the time he got to the bottle tower, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man trying to win yet another prize. It took him a few shots, but soon the stack of bottles came crashing down, and he requested the (somewhat ugly) swan hanging over the man’s head. A smug smile on his face as he turns away from the booths. 

“Your grieving lady?” Poe said with a laugh, the swan tucked under his arm. “First of all, I’m pretty sure she’s not owned by anyone. Besides, haven’t you won enough already?” He saw the spread of toys at the man’s feet, and figured he could use someone knocking him down a few pegs. “It’s not really my problem that you can’t beat a stupid carnival game, is it?”

[d-amerons]

curiovser:

“Well now you’re beginning to sound like an anarchist.” It was a good look on him. He, Alice mused, would make a perfect hero. Attractive, active and argumentative. Hell, he even had a plane. But this was real life, not fiction - and Alice wasn’t the type to get caught up in the trappings of tropes. For now, she would earmark him as a potential ally, someone who could be called upon if her investigation began to heat up. Or she landed herself in hot water. It was time to make a choice. Often, sources were far more willing to tell their story off the record. She stopped the recording on her phone, making sure Poe saw exactly what she was doing. Then, in hushed tones, “So you’ve noticed that Maurice isn’t the first?”

“Would a little anarchy really be that terrible?” Poe said with a bit of a chuckle. Was it a joke, or did he really mean it? Even he wasn’t exactly sure anymore. It felt as if they needed to do something. The fair was a bandaid, the offering of money to Belle little more than an acknowledgement that something bad had happened. He wasn’t sure if it would do much of anything, but he was still here, like every other person in this town, because they didn’t exactly have much else to do. His eyes flickered down to the phone, the obvious way Alice turned it off. “Should we really be talking about this here, hmm?” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “You never know who’s listening.” He wants to say more, and knows if he looks up at Alice that her eyes will be screaming for more of a story. He just doesn’t know how much he wants to say at such a public event. 

[d-amerons]

resident-eleutheromaniac:

Finn hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear that - it’s not your fault - until Poe’s voice once again pierced through the silence to reach him. Even if it had been his fault he likely would not have said anything, but there is a warmness and patience in the way he says it that makes him want to believe it regardless.

Finn wondered if in the dark if Poe’s making that expression that he always makes when he talks this way: his bright eyes and charismatic smile softening into something that tells you that he is worried about you, but that he takes no pains in comforting you.

( It’s strange that patient is not a word that many people would use to describe him, he has an abundance of it. )

If there was any of shame that other patrons could hear them fumbling and calling out to each other in an attempt to bridge the distance wrong turns had put between them the echoes of laughter made it completely disappear.

The ticket taker could not have known just how frequently Finn found himself reaching out to hold Rey and Poe’s hands, about the comfort of their calloused hands in his soft ones and the embarrassment he sometimes felt when it was brought to his that this - like so many of his habits - was not the norm. To hear Poe call back that he would not let him go until they go out of this maze together, as much a promise as a tease, left Finn feeling warm in a way that he could neither explain or wanted to think about too closely to describe.

“I’ll hold you to it.”

And sure enough a hand seems to reach out of the darkness, turning him around; it scares and excites him all at once as the face looking back at him is not his own.

“Poe!”

Wrapping his free arm around Poe’s shoulder Finn pulled him into a hug. They had hardly been separated hour, but the hug feels like it’s been a lifetime. “I’m fine. How are you.” Pulling back Finn stared directly at Poe eyes wide and concerned. Not even the shaking of the room could distract him.

Poe drops the man’s hand, pulling Finn into a hug without hesitation. He buries his head in the man’s shoulder for the few moments that they embrace, which was far too short in his opinion. But when Finn pulls away, he can see the worry in his eyes. Poe doesn’t want to think it’s because they got separated, because one of them took a misstep, because he dragged the man into a purposefully misleading maze. This isn’t Finn’s fault, it’s his. Maybe there’s no use in beating himself up over it anymore, but he still feels a small tinge of regret. Who knew how far they were from the exit?

“I’m okay, Finn. Really. Better now that I’m back with you,” he said, a small smile coming to his lips. He didn’t even think they had been separated for a full hour, but it felt far too long. There wasn’t really a need to worry anymore, right? They were back together, and he was going to keep his promise. 

Of course, this was nothing near a life or death situation. It was a simple fairground attraction, something meant to lure them away from each other. He thought that it would be fun, but he was starting to regret ever dragging Finn into the brightly colored building. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” he said, finally completely letting go of the man. His eyes moved forward towards the mirrors and darkness, and he reached for Finn’s hand once more. He wasn’t losing him again. 

Then, he hears the shattering glass. “What was that?” he said, his voice soft. The shaking he had been so quick to ignore minutes ago seemed to have grown, and his grip tightened on the man’s hand. “Come on, we need to move,” he finally said after being frozen for what already felt like it was too long. “I...I don’t think this is supposed to happen,” he muttered after hearing shattering glass coming from in front of them as well.

[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Dima paused, and considered it.

He really didn’t want to talk about his feelings, especially with Poe, but if the three whole sessions of therapy he’d gone to back in 2012 had taught him anything, it was that talking about feelings made them go away faster. And who else would he tell? The only friend Dima had that he trusted with shit like that was Ram, and that was a complete non-starter for obvious reasons. Vlad would be insufferable, switching between laughing I Told You Sos and planning a wedding with Sophie over Skype.

So, yeah– Poe was a bad idea, but when would Dima ever get a chance like this again?

Besides, Poe obviously didn’t have the guts to make a move on his own ‘situation’, so at least he wouldn’t be giving out bullshit advice like, “just tell him”.

Dima rubbed a hand over his face and groaned. “Okay, Okay. So. There’s this guy– and you probably know who he is, but if his name comes out of your mouth for any reason, I will lose it, so zip it, and I…”

What, Dima? You what. Say it, asshole.

He deflated, and switched tactics. “Have you ever…” Dima huffed, trying to find the words. “Have you ever thought you didn’t have feelings, but then someone hinted they had feelings, which made you realise you did have feelings, and then you realised that they didn’t have feelings for you at all, they were just drunk and you’re a dumbass?”

Dima paused.

“… He kissed me and I think I’m dying.”

Poe didn’t honestly believe that Dmitri would speak to him about anything going on in his life. He knew very little about the man, only that his presence was often annoying and unwelcome. However, he was obviously in distress and it wasn’t as if Poe had anything else to do at the moment. He needed a break from the clanging rides, the shrieking children, the bright lights. And he needed an ear. IT only made sense, right?

Still, it surprised him when the man beside him started to talk. The gears were already turning in his head as to who he could possibly be talking about. Only one man came to mind, and his brow furrowed even further. The rambling mess was kind of hard to follow, but he got the gist. Ramon kissed him. “You like him?” he finally asked, the disbelief pouring from his lips. “And he...you...did you kiss him back?” He almost felt as if he needed more details, which he wasn’t sure Dima was willing to give. This small reveal was far more personal than they had ever gotten. “What makes you think he doesn’t actually have feelings for you, though?” Might as well use the inquiring mind he never used on his own relationships to help someone else, right?

[d-amerons]

reysclos:

“Patience is for losers.” Rey half-shouts, over the newfound sound of music blaring out the speakers. Sometimes, those kind of things at carnivals were just faulty. She smiles, “Of course, Hermosa is the most dangerous place on Earth. Have you ever lived in Jakku, though? It’s worse. Much worse.” She grimaces, “I barely remember anything but the like, vibe of how dangerous it was.” 

“Eat up, Poe!” Rey exclaims, and drags him a bit. “The goal is both! Both will be fun, and look we’re already next. I wonder why the line is so short?” Rey questions, knowing well that it’s because of how scared people are of thrill rides, “Poe, listen, you fly prop planes for a living. This is nothing. You can do it.” 

“So I’ve been told,” Poe muttered as they moved up in line. They would be fine, he kept telling himself. Couldn’t be more dangerous than flying a plane, right? “Sounds like a great place to live. Maybe we should visit sometime?” he said, nudging her in the side with his elbow. Anything to get his mind off of the clanking machine in front of him.

He gulped down another huge handful of his cotton candy, eyeing a trash can where he would probably just ditch the rest. “It’s probably because everyone else can see it’s a death trap,” he said, shaking his head at the woman in front of him. “Isn’t this kind of different? I know when inspections have been done on those!” The comment got a glare from the ride operator, beckoning them on. “If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you,” he said as they climbed in.

[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Dima snorted, not believing the “we’re just friends” spiel any more than he had the last five times he’d heard. Still, he wasn’t looking to provoke Poe into common sense today; Mostly, he just wanted to hang out with someone who didn’t make him feel like his chest was being ripped open with the breadth of his emotions.

He could get them back under control, it’s what he was good at, he just needed five fucking minutes to breathe.

“Sure,” Dima said. He dropped into the seat next Poe without another word on the subject, instead, he let his eyes roll over Poe, checking him out. Yup, the usual frustrated attraction was still there, but still absolutely no interest sparked at Poe’s inadvertent invitation.

Fucking emotions.

“Well, usually, big boy, this would be the part where I take advantage of that loophole and get on my knees, but–” Dima sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. Why was he even saying this out loud? He was such a dumbass. “I’m kinda having a mental breakdown about my own "situation”, so we’ll have to get a raincheck on that hatesex.“

Poe was slightly surprised (and grateful) that Dmitri didn’t push the subject any further as he often did. He had heard the jokes, heard every snide comment spat about the two. They were friends, nothing more than that yet. He didn’t need any more pushes about whatever their relationship entailed. They would figure it out in due time, he was sure of it. 

Of course, he wasn’t expecting the man to leave him alone anytime soon, but it was still a bit of a shock that he took the seat next to Poe. Was it time to offer him fries? Was he looking for comfort? He didn’t know what situation the man was referring to, but he was intrigued. “Your what now?” he asked, his attention now fully on Dmitri. “You...okay?” The concern for Dmitri felt foreign, out of place with whatever their strained relationship seemed to be. But he seemed distressed, and it was somewhat unlike him. Especially at such a public event, where the whole town could see.

[d-amerons]

morozovich:

Dima was a tad scandalized– Yes, generally, he enjoyed knocking Poe down a peg or two. But it was a day of happiness, and trying to actually find Maurice, and Dima had planned to actually be civil. Poe, apparently, had no such compunctions which was…. odd for him, really. Poe was usually the sweet one.

“Jesus, Dameron,” Dima said, brow furrowing. “When was the last time you got off? Like, seriously, you need to get laid, because the grumpy old man attitude is doing nothing for you.”

Dmitri leaned against the table and leaned in, his voice all high whispers and mock conspiracy. “Is Finn not putting out?”

“Is that any of your business unless you’re going to do something about it?” Poe said, the words coming out with a bit of venom behind them. He was already on edge enough about the carnival, and he didn’t need Dmitri’s snide comments making the whole situation worse. But what more could he truly expect from the man?

“You can leave Finn out of this. He’s not...we’re not...anything,” Poe mumbled out, his sentence trailing off before he could properly finish it. Probably didn’t make the situation look any better than it did already, but he knew Dima. Most of their words exchanged were just to annoy each other, nothing more. With another chili fry stuffed in his mouth, he finally glanced up at Dima. “You going to sit down?” he asked, almost sure that he wasn’t going to leave Poe alone just yet.

[d-amerons]

curiovser:

Fighting impatience, Alice stilled herself as she watched Poe’s internal debate - torn between walking away or answering the question. Eventually - thankfully - he indulged her. Why he had chosen to do that was a series of long question marks from here to infinity, but that mattered a lot less - in this moment at least - than the fact he had. Joy spread throughout her body - and Alice saw no reason to keep the elation off her face, smile beaming wide. Raising a quizzical brow, Alice laughed. “I never took you for a conspiracy theorist.” Maybe suspicion was becoming more mainstream. Or perhaps she had stumbled across a one of a kind. A like to her own. Seeing an opportunity, Alice wedged it wider. “And who is…they? To you, at least.”

Poe could see that his answer had made her inexplicably happy. Maybe it was nice to see that other people questioned what was going on than just blindly accepting that it was a part of their town. “I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I just have questions,” he said, though he knew that wasn’t entirely true. Hell, if his entire friendship with Rey and Finn wasn’t built off of seeking the truth, what was it? “The police, the mayor...really, anyone who has the power to investigate. You would think the higher ups would have a little more concern about their citizens randomly disappearing but, hey, that’s just me.” He feels like he’s saying too much; she has a tape recorder, and they’re in public at a fair that was supposed to be helping. All he could see, though, was a distraction.