(Finn you could just ask Poe--) BB-8 actually does stop there when Poe gives him a dark look.
"Yeah, sure, I'll take you by the different places one we're done eating." Everything is fine. Nothing wrong with a guy on leave wanting to score some porn. Nothing awkward at all. He'd do this for anyone.
Though is Finn going to want him to be in that shop? Well, he did start this. He can get his brain out of the gutter and firmly back where it belongs. Would certainly close the case on things if Finn just goes for the female humanoids, and that would be some closure, he supposes.
Man, him and his stupid mouth.
"There's actually a couple different places for books and vids," he continues on. "But I'll take you to my favorite. They've got the weirder selection, so you can find unexpected stuff. More fun that way."
See, he recognizes BB-8's words for his name and Poe's name, but he assumes the droid is talking about going shopping. "Thanks, Poe. Maybe you can show me which ones you like."
Is Poe talking about weird porn? Cause Finn's not sure he wants that. But regular books he can handle, and he makes a quick mental calculation for how many words he should be able to read over the course of a few days, nodding to himself.
When he finishes thinking about books and videos, he notices his sandwich is gone. On cue, the droid waiter comes over with one of the dessert trays and Finn's eyes widen. It's a combination of fantastic confections, fancy pastries and a couple small pieces of real fruit. "Damn, that looks good."
"Yes it does. And that's our reward for breaking dock and getting on our way."
Dessert orgy in the freighter, pass it on.
Poe takes possession of the food and a bag to put it all in, finishing up the last bits of his own sandwich as he does. "All right. Books first."
It's a bit of a walk to get to Shupers Stories, but at least the shop is right where he remembers and still crammed full of shelves with every possible kind of written media represented. Banks of data chips, yes, but even scrolls and sheaves of pages bound together with ribbon. "Fiction is over there. Religion is... Up that ladder. That might be where the stuff you want is. I'll be in the mysteries, there's some stores I need to catch up on..."
"Religion, right." Already distracted by the wealth of information around him, Finn has a hard time focusing. In the end he settles for four datachips and what appears to be an illustrated childrens' book with a little green alien and a lightsaber.
He could grab a lot more, but for now this should be good. Besides the childrens' book, he's grabbed BB Basics, Keepers of the Peace: Jedi Knights of Coruscant, Battle Techniques of the Mando'ade, and Palpatine: The Rise and Fall of the Galactic Empire.
Poe isn't just shopping for the trip, but with an eye to reading in the sun on the beach. He's got a good assortment of mysteries and historical romances, the sort of light fare that is perfect for relaxation. There are also a couple new histories about the origins of the Old Republic and its early days he grabs. Maybe Finn will like those too.
"Looks like we've got a good variety," he says to Finn. Though that's some heavy stuff. He didn't want Finn thinking he's done something wrong though, when he's finally getting to pick things for himself. "Maybe we can share some. Yours look interesting."
And maybe Finn could do with a bit of light escapism. It's worth a try.
Finn glances at Poe's pile - there are more of them, but the titles don't tell him much except the one about the Old Republic. "Sure. And look, I got this one so I can work more on your language," he says to BB-8, who gives him an excited nod and some chirping agreement.
(It's almost more fun when I know you don't understand, though.)
"Okay. Anything else you think we need before we pack up, Poe?"
Did Finn forget...? Or is he hoping Poe's forgotten...?
This is stupid, Poe decides. Having a crush on someone is absolutely no reason to start second-guessing everything. So to take the best of both worlds, he leads Finn a little out of the way (not like Finn will know the difference) and there it is, the good ol' catering-to-humans porn shop, dark curtains in the windows, slightly seedy and embarrassing pictures, and all.
Poe waves the hand not occupied by bags vaguely in that direction. "Oh, Finn, did you want to...?"
He'd forgotten, but once he peeks in the windows--
"Uh. Yeah, I guess so." He grins apologetically at Poe and ducks in. And if he thought being in a bookstore was liberating, that's got nothing on this place. Finn tries to keep his amused snickering at some of the titles and descriptions, but there's one he just has to point out to Poe.
"A New Ho, the continuing adventures of San Ho Lo, Princess Lay-me Orgasma, and Dick Groundrunner. I know you said everything was okay on base, but I think the General might actually murder me if I brought that back." Still, it gets a lingering look.
Probably to Poe's relief, the ones Finn grabs seem to be a mix of male-female, male-male, and male-male-female.
Poe is initially planning to just hang around outside the porn shop like a suspicious pervert, but he can't help wanting to just do a bit of spying.
And Finn sure does find a gem. "I'm never going to be able to get that out of my brain now," he snickers. "If I lose it in front of the General, I'm telling her you put me up to it."
But keeping a (non-creepy) eye on Finn's selections is illuminating. Either he has no idea what he's doing--though those covers are really not playing coy--or he's a man with a wide array of tastes. Maybe having a stupid crush isn't such a bad thing, if it's not entirely hopeless. Though that's really not why he brought Finn here.
"I'll be surprised if I see you at all during the flight to Yavin," he teases as Finn pays.
"If there's one thing I learned, it's how to be discreet," Finn says, snickering and shoving everything into his bag. "But being alone too long is weird. I'll keep it for when you're busy or sleeping." Because really, the only time he can remember being alone for any prolonged time is lost in the Jakku desert, and no. Just no.
Shopping concluded, they head for the ship. Finn still can't tell one non-First Order or non-combat ship from another, so he hopes it's a good one.
Well, that's a frank statement, and not quite what he expected. Nothing wrong with that, though. "We'll have a lot of down time, but I do like just... hanging around." There's something to be said for just reading in the same room as someone else. A comfortable kind of silence that you don't get when you're by yourself.
(Hey, and what about me?) BB-8 chirps.
Poe grins. "And you're never really alone when BB-8 is around, right?"
The freighter is a good one, one that doubles as luxury passenger transport, though it's been a bit stripped down to allow for more cargo. But the crew has individual cabins, each with its own shower, and the galley is downright palatial by spaceship standards. The bunks are big enough for one person, even two in a pinch--not that Poe thinks that's going to be an issue for him.
"Pick whichever cabin you want," Poe says when they get on board. "There's more than we need, so whichever you like best."
"Good thing, too, or those three-day missions you end up on would be boring." He gives BB-8 a grin - the little droid is surprisingly good company given that Finn doesn't understand its language. But then, he did just pick up a book to help fix that, didn't he?
If this is what a stripped-down ship looks like, Finn might actually faint if he ever sees a real luxury liner. He whistles appreciatively at the individual quarters and--is that a shower that he doesn't have to share? (Can he even shower by himself or would that be too weird?) "I'll take the one closest to the hatch," he says automatically - the tactically correct choice, which puts him in the best response position should there be any trouble.
It doesn't take long to settle his few belongings and drop the food off in the galley. "Everything look green to you, Poe?"
"I'll take the one next to yours, then, if you don't mind." Or is that weird? He doesn't think it's weird. They could spread out, by there's not really a need to. And it's not a bad place. The quarters a nice, but standard.
After that, he goes to do his pre-flights while Finn pokes around. "Yeah, everything looks fine. I've got us cleared to depart dock, we're second in line."
"I don't mind." Hell, he'd figured they'd be sharing quarters, since that's what he's used to. This must be how the rest of the galaxy travels, and it's much nicer than he'd thought.
He nods and runs his eyes over the pilot's command console - nothing familiar to him, but that's not a surprise. He wonders if there's a weapons system, but--no, better not to ask in hopes he won't need to know. It's not like he won't learn every inch of the ship after being here for four days, no matter how much reading material and how many interesting videos he'd brought along. "All right. Anything you need me to do, let me know."
Poe nods over at the co-pilot's seat. "Go ahead and sit if you want to watch us leave dock. Don't worry, you shouldn't have to take over if something happens."
(I've got that covered,) BB-8 says.
He hits a few more switches and grabs the control sticks to get them guided out. It's a lot more sluggish than an X-wing, a different control scheme, but he means it when he says he can pilot anything.
"All right!" He hops into the seat and straps in, almost like he'd been waiting for the invitation. And why not, with BB-8 the only other person aboard? Finn carefully doesn't touch anything at all, confident in Poe's ability to fly her out.
Exiting the station and making the jump to light speed goes off without a hitch, and from here on out it's smooth sailing all the way to Yavin. Once they're clear, Finn unbuckles and explores some more. He doesn't want to know what kind of favors Poe pulled to get a ship like this for the trip, but he sure could get used to it.
"We're not hauing anything dangerous, right?" Please not rathtars. He doesn't think that's Poe's style, but....
Finn looks good when he does it, Poe notes idly. It's the enthusiasm, that he's not afraid to show it.
He lingers in the cockpit a little longer, then sets the auto pilot and follows Finn back. Technically, leave doesn't start until they deliver the supplies, but it's easy going to that point. "Nah. Just supplies for the base. Food, power cells, medical restocks, that kind of thing."
He heads for the galley to grab a sticky nut pastry off one of the dessert trays. "So now it's time to relax."
"Good." He still has dreams about being dragged by a rathtar sometimes, though not many. No, if Finn sleeps uneasily it's more likely to be a dream about a snowy forest and a red lightsaber, and he wakes with his back aching. The muscle is mostly healed, but he'll have the scar forever.
He tags along with Poe to the galley and firmly resolves to eat his share slowly. Eating dessert is not a competition. Damn, they look good, though. "I can get behind relaxing. What should I start with?" They all look tasty.
Poe regards the tray with the discerning eye of a man who has long cultivated his sweet tooth. "Depends what you like," he says after a moment. "If you like creamy, with a bit of tang to it, this is cheese cake." He continues on, pointing as he goes. "This one's sweet but also spicy... As in flavorful and also hot. This one's sweet chocolate, this one's more bitter but very rich. This one is spiced fruit, sweet fruit here, and a butter cake so you get your sweet and salty at the same time."
Nope, firmly keeping his brain from going anywhere sexual with this. Not thinking about cream or licking or any of that.
That all sounds good, and even though they ate a short while ago he can feel his mouth watering at Poe's descriptions matches to the art of the desserts. After some deliberation, he decides to start off with the butter cake. (And then he wants to try that sweet-and-spicy thing, and the spiced fruit, and the cheesecake and basically all of it.)
It's a good choice, judging by the slightly euphoric expression he gets after taking a bite. "This is really good," he mutters through a full mouth.
And this is why he ordered trays instead of individual desserts. He had a feeling Finn would associate trying everything. He watches his friend eat and feels very pleased with himself as he nibbled his own patty. "Thought you'd like it. Rations on base aren't bad, but they don't really believe in dessert."
At least not like it's an art. The kitchen makes fruit ice sometimes, on hot days. Hell have to make sure Finn gets to try that too.
Finn nods enthusiastically and swallows, pausing with a few bites left. "And you got two trays so we can each have one of everything?" That's Poe, thinking ahead (and clearly enjoying his own fancy-looking dessert. Finn's not even sure what it is.)
He gives a long look at the rest of the tray and unconsciously licks his lips. "That'll last the whole trip, if we pace ourselves." And...probably make themselves sick if they eat it all now. So yes. Pacing things. But he can at least polish off the rest of his cake now, and he does with gusto.
Poe grins. "You got it. Though if there's something you don't like, don't worry. I'll eat it for you." Considering the way Finn eats, he really doubts that's a risk.
And yeah. "Pacing yourself is the name of the game. Gotta make it all last till we get to Yavin, that's the challenge." He loops and arm around Finn's shoulders. "Think you can handle that?"
Did Poe see him eyeing that spicy-hot one? Finn's not sure if that will make a good dessert or not, but it's good to know it won't go to waste. "Can't let food go to waste," he agrees. Even the most questionable-looking of these desserts looks infinitely superior to roast tauntaun, though.
He grins and relaxes into Poe's companionable gesture. "Easy. But do they have desserts there, or are we out of luck until we get to--where was it you said we were going?"
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Maybe he does need a drink.
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(Finn you could just ask Poe--) BB-8 actually does stop there when Poe gives him a dark look.
"Yeah, sure, I'll take you by the different places one we're done eating." Everything is fine. Nothing wrong with a guy on leave wanting to score some porn. Nothing awkward at all. He'd do this for anyone.
Though is Finn going to want him to be in that shop? Well, he did start this. He can get his brain out of the gutter and firmly back where it belongs. Would certainly close the case on things if Finn just goes for the female humanoids, and that would be some closure, he supposes.
Man, him and his stupid mouth.
"There's actually a couple different places for books and vids," he continues on. "But I'll take you to my favorite. They've got the weirder selection, so you can find unexpected stuff. More fun that way."
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Is Poe talking about weird porn? Cause Finn's not sure he wants that. But regular books he can handle, and he makes a quick mental calculation for how many words he should be able to read over the course of a few days, nodding to himself.
When he finishes thinking about books and videos, he notices his sandwich is gone. On cue, the droid waiter comes over with one of the dessert trays and Finn's eyes widen. It's a combination of fantastic confections, fancy pastries and a couple small pieces of real fruit. "Damn, that looks good."
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Dessert orgy in the freighter, pass it on.
Poe takes possession of the food and a bag to put it all in, finishing up the last bits of his own sandwich as he does. "All right. Books first."
It's a bit of a walk to get to Shupers Stories, but at least the shop is right where he remembers and still crammed full of shelves with every possible kind of written media represented. Banks of data chips, yes, but even scrolls and sheaves of pages bound together with ribbon. "Fiction is over there. Religion is... Up that ladder. That might be where the stuff you want is. I'll be in the mysteries, there's some stores I need to catch up on..."
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He could grab a lot more, but for now this should be good. Besides the childrens' book, he's grabbed BB Basics, Keepers of the Peace: Jedi Knights of Coruscant, Battle Techniques of the Mando'ade, and Palpatine: The Rise and Fall of the Galactic Empire.
All light, recreational stuff.
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"Looks like we've got a good variety," he says to Finn. Though that's some heavy stuff. He didn't want Finn thinking he's done something wrong though, when he's finally getting to pick things for himself. "Maybe we can share some. Yours look interesting."
And maybe Finn could do with a bit of light escapism. It's worth a try.
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(It's almost more fun when I know you don't understand, though.)
"Okay. Anything else you think we need before we pack up, Poe?"
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This is stupid, Poe decides. Having a crush on someone is absolutely no reason to start second-guessing everything. So to take the best of both worlds, he leads Finn a little out of the way (not like Finn will know the difference) and there it is, the good ol' catering-to-humans porn shop, dark curtains in the windows, slightly seedy and embarrassing pictures, and all.
Poe waves the hand not occupied by bags vaguely in that direction. "Oh, Finn, did you want to...?"
(Dare you,) BB-8 chirps.
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"Uh. Yeah, I guess so." He grins apologetically at Poe and ducks in. And if he thought being in a bookstore was liberating, that's got nothing on this place. Finn tries to keep his amused snickering at some of the titles and descriptions, but there's one he just has to point out to Poe.
"A New Ho, the continuing adventures of San Ho Lo, Princess Lay-me Orgasma, and Dick Groundrunner. I know you said everything was okay on base, but I think the General might actually murder me if I brought that back." Still, it gets a lingering look.
Probably to Poe's relief, the ones Finn grabs seem to be a mix of male-female, male-male, and male-male-female.
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And Finn sure does find a gem. "I'm never going to be able to get that out of my brain now," he snickers. "If I lose it in front of the General, I'm telling her you put me up to it."
But keeping a (non-creepy) eye on Finn's selections is illuminating. Either he has no idea what he's doing--though those covers are really not playing coy--or he's a man with a wide array of tastes. Maybe having a stupid crush isn't such a bad thing, if it's not entirely hopeless. Though that's really not why he brought Finn here.
"I'll be surprised if I see you at all during the flight to Yavin," he teases as Finn pays.
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Shopping concluded, they head for the ship. Finn still can't tell one non-First Order or non-combat ship from another, so he hopes it's a good one.
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(Hey, and what about me?) BB-8 chirps.
Poe grins. "And you're never really alone when BB-8 is around, right?"
The freighter is a good one, one that doubles as luxury passenger transport, though it's been a bit stripped down to allow for more cargo. But the crew has individual cabins, each with its own shower, and the galley is downright palatial by spaceship standards. The bunks are big enough for one person, even two in a pinch--not that Poe thinks that's going to be an issue for him.
"Pick whichever cabin you want," Poe says when they get on board. "There's more than we need, so whichever you like best."
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If this is what a stripped-down ship looks like, Finn might actually faint if he ever sees a real luxury liner. He whistles appreciatively at the individual quarters and--is that a shower that he doesn't have to share? (Can he even shower by himself or would that be too weird?) "I'll take the one closest to the hatch," he says automatically - the tactically correct choice, which puts him in the best response position should there be any trouble.
It doesn't take long to settle his few belongings and drop the food off in the galley. "Everything look green to you, Poe?"
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After that, he goes to do his pre-flights while Finn pokes around. "Yeah, everything looks fine. I've got us cleared to depart dock, we're second in line."
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He nods and runs his eyes over the pilot's command console - nothing familiar to him, but that's not a surprise. He wonders if there's a weapons system, but--no, better not to ask in hopes he won't need to know. It's not like he won't learn every inch of the ship after being here for four days, no matter how much reading material and how many interesting videos he'd brought along. "All right. Anything you need me to do, let me know."
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(I've got that covered,) BB-8 says.
He hits a few more switches and grabs the control sticks to get them guided out. It's a lot more sluggish than an X-wing, a different control scheme, but he means it when he says he can pilot anything.
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Exiting the station and making the jump to light speed goes off without a hitch, and from here on out it's smooth sailing all the way to Yavin. Once they're clear, Finn unbuckles and explores some more. He doesn't want to know what kind of favors Poe pulled to get a ship like this for the trip, but he sure could get used to it.
"We're not hauing anything dangerous, right?" Please not rathtars. He doesn't think that's Poe's style, but....
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He lingers in the cockpit a little longer, then sets the auto pilot and follows Finn back. Technically, leave doesn't start until they deliver the supplies, but it's easy going to that point. "Nah. Just supplies for the base. Food, power cells, medical restocks, that kind of thing."
He heads for the galley to grab a sticky nut pastry off one of the dessert trays. "So now it's time to relax."
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He tags along with Poe to the galley and firmly resolves to eat his share slowly. Eating dessert is not a competition. Damn, they look good, though. "I can get behind relaxing. What should I start with?" They all look tasty.
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Nope, firmly keeping his brain from going anywhere sexual with this. Not thinking about cream or licking or any of that.
Hell.
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It's a good choice, judging by the slightly euphoric expression he gets after taking a bite. "This is really good," he mutters through a full mouth.
(Don't talk with your mouth full!) BB-8 chides.
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At least not like it's an art. The kitchen makes fruit ice sometimes, on hot days. Hell have to make sure Finn gets to try that too.
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He gives a long look at the rest of the tray and unconsciously licks his lips. "That'll last the whole trip, if we pace ourselves." And...probably make themselves sick if they eat it all now. So yes. Pacing things. But he can at least polish off the rest of his cake now, and he does with gusto.
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And yeah. "Pacing yourself is the name of the game. Gotta make it all last till we get to Yavin, that's the challenge." He loops and arm around Finn's shoulders. "Think you can handle that?"
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He grins and relaxes into Poe's companionable gesture. "Easy. But do they have desserts there, or are we out of luck until we get to--where was it you said we were going?"
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