Who: Kylo Ren and Gambit What: Alcohol and cigarettes! Where: By the moonshine river. When: This evening. Warnings: General drunkenness.
Hux was back at the compound and that was fine, that was alright. It could be worse, after all; Hux could simply just not be here at all. But it did mean that, if he wanted to enjoy this reward, he would have to do it by himself. He knew that Han was around somewhere, a bit upstream, but they weren't supposed to be seen together in public, so Kylo was avoiding him until they could meet in secret. So he was drinking, slowly, taking sips from a water bottle because he knew he should pace himself. Hux said he would hold his hair back if necessary, if he had to throw up, but Kylo hoped that he wouldn't get to that point.
So he smoked, slowly as well, giving himself half an hour between each cigarette to give his throat time to relax and not hurt too much. He had a lot to think about. His mother was reticent to try to have any sort of relationship, his father was trying to understand him, Phasma was here to provide muscle and companionship, so it was a mixed bag. Kylo sighed and closed his eyes, trying to bring himself down into meditation.
But he was too drunk to concentrate, so he instead fiddled around on the network, not seeing much worthy of a response until he hit on Remy's post. Remy seemed to think they were friends and he supposed that he could continue to develop that. It was always good to have allies, so he invited Remy to come join him and even stood up to make sure he still could, wavering a bit but managing it.
By the time Remy came, Kylo had a bottle of moonshine filled for them and another cigarette lit and he looked up with a grin. "Hey, mon ami." He said, affecting Remy's drawl and what he assumed meant my friend in some straenge language. "Glad to be out of the circus?"