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Definitely not serious, though he makes a fake pose before laughingly heading back into the changing booth. (Where did he learn that? Probably some of those adult videos he picked up back at the hub.)

The next one is much more serious, a muted red pair of long trunks with various zipper pockets that looks like it could double as beachcombing shorts. "Is that better?"

Finn please. But yes, he's definitely looking. Got to get some lube for later.

"It's less likely to get you locked up for public indecency," Poe says. "Those look comfortable. I think you should go for a stronger color, though." Jewel tones would look great on him, he thinks. And pretty good on the floor later.

"I got a couple more to try. I like the cut on these." Stronger color, though--well he did grab one in an electric blue. This set is more designed for actual swimming, so it's close-cut and streamlined rather than multi-purpose. The fit is very flattering.

"Like this?"

"That's a good look," he says. Especially on the butt. And he's sure looking, not even going to pretend he's not. Not like there's any question that you find a guy hot once you've blown him. "Yeah, I like those."

Oho, he sees that look. Finn grins and checks himself out in the mirror - not bad at all. "Noted. Got one more. I'll be right back."

The last pair he has is the one he'd picked specifically with Poe in mind. The style is between the previous two - part regular shorts, part swimtrunks, and the color is a bright flight-suit orange with white accents. Kind of like BB-8.

Poe laughs when he sees those shorts, definitely laughing with Finn and not at him. "Playing to your audience, huh?" Those still look nice on Finn's butt, and he does like the color a little better than the electric blue. "Be careful, BB-8 might think those are for it."

"You mean you like the colors? I wouldn't have guessed." No, Finn's laughing, too, because he really is playing to his audience. "But what do you think of the style? Should I go with this or the blue one?"

"Complete surprise, right?" He gives the shorts a more calculating look. "Kinda like the other style a little better cause I'm pretty fond of your ass. But the color isn't quite right. They have it in purple or deep blue?"

Finn puffs up at the compliment. "Think so. One second." He ducks back in, comes out in his regular clothes, and drops off the suits into a quick-sterilize bin. A little looking where he'd found the blue one, and--

"This purple look good?" It's a deep amethyst shade, one Finn's never worn before.

He is definitely looking at that butt now. Totally inspecting it just to help with the fashion issue. Yep. "I like it. Looks perfect on you, Finn. Really good."

Damn he wants to just grab a handful of that. Not appropriate in the middle of a shop.

Yeah, if Poe's going to look at him like that, this is definitely the one he wants to get. "Done. Now you gotta try some on for me." He goes to pay for the suit (the clerk also approves of the choice, it seems) while Poe grabs his potential suits and then sits down in the waiting seat, grinning in anticipation.

"You got any suggestions?" he asks, laughing? He'll grab some for himself, of course, heading for what he's pretty sure will be flattering. And he definitely does have a preference for orange.

Sure, he'll throw on something brief and clingy, just to get back at Finn. Give it a little pose.

Okay, yes, the little thong gets a laugh from Finn. "Is that what I looked like? That'd definitely fall off if a wave hit you. Go on, get one of the other ones."

It's probably supposed to look sexy, but silly is what comes to mind.

Poe looks down at himself. "I don't think this is exactly what you looked like. You've got a nicer butt than me." That butt, though.

He's out next in a more normal set of shorts... which are also orange. Sensing a theme, there? Orange looks good on him, he's pretty sure.

"Yeah? I don't know. Nothing wrong with yours." He can believe it, though; Poe necessarily spends a lot more time sitting down, while Finn tends to walk around on patrol. It doesn't stop him from wanting a closer inspection, naturally.

The man might be predisposed toward orange for some strange reason. Still, it doesn't look bad on him. "That's a lot more practical. Might actually stand up to some swimming."

"Glad you think so." He turns as if to look at his own butt, but yeah, he's just trying to show off. Nice to be appreciated and everything.

"I think it'll hang on okay. You wanna see some more?"

Finn laughs and gives him a shooing gesture. "Did you pick anything that wasn't orange?"

"Uh, lemme check." He ducks back into the dressing room. "Okay, fine." He did grab one pair that wasn't some kind of orange shade: how about a nice pair of short, black and red, clingy swim trunks. "This is the best I got."

The color of his helmet. Of course.

"I like the fit. But if you want orange, you better go for the orange."

Black Squadron represent, yo. Technically he could go for red or blue, too, they just don't look as good on him, in his opinion. "But do you think it's a better color? 'cause you're going to be looking at them more than I will."

"As long as it's not solid white, I won't complain." Any color at all is better than the whites and blacks he's been around for so long - even if he thinks Poe's orange preference is humorous. Pilots gotta pilot.

"Definitely not." For a lot of reasons. But okay Finn, fine, he's getting an orange swimsuit. Also ought to make him easier to pick out if there's a crowd. But he goes for one that's got the same cut as the suit he just tried on.

"Okay, general store next." He's hoping that they'll have basic stuff like lube in there with kits to deal with sunburn and the like. He really doesn't want to have to go to an actual medical shop, that's when it starts feeling weird. And since this is a little off the beaten path, there isn't a porn shop here that he's spotted.

If the rest of the crowd is as well-built as Poe such that he has to use swimsuit color to pick him out, Finn will be extra glad at this choice of vacation destination.

Aside from (of course) some pre-packaged trail food, Finn isn't sure what else he needs from the general store. "Sunglasses or a hat?" Something to combat the glare, yes. And...hm. No, he's too used to having everything supplied for him. Finn goes over to Poe to see what he's picking up.

There's a full array of scantily clad humans and aliens out there, Finn, just waiting for you to feast your eyes. Try not to go into overload.

Poe does, thankfully, find what he's looking for. The prophylactics, he's not so worried about. He's had his vaccinations and his regular checkups with medical, and for all he's an outgoing guy he's been too focused to get out all that much since he joined the Republic Starfleet. (And the few times he has gone for a casual fling, he's been damn careful about it.) And he knows Finn's had to have gotten a clean bill of health from the base physician too, or he wouldn't be out with the soldiers.

But lube? Still necessary. Very, very necessary. "Sunglasses aren't a bad idea," he opines, as he looks over the limited choices. Nothing fancy is really necessary, as far as he's concerned. Mostly he just wants something that's easy to clean up and isn't going to stain. He grabs one of the little bottles. "You ready?'

"Ready." Sunglasses it is, and after a short deliberation a reusable souvenir bag to carry his purchases. He offers to carry Poe's items as well, not really paying attention to them (sunblock? He's more vulnerable to sunburn than Finn is) and then exiting. Now what? There's a beach area with lounge chairs, the surfboard rental shop, a restaurant (later, Finn promises his stomach), and a few other buildings he isn't entirely clear on yet.

His attention is caught by a drink stand, though. "You want anything?" He'll grab a fruity concoction for himself.

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