Ren & Rey
Rey had no idea what to expect with the arcade, but she'd bundled up in her favourite jacket and jeans and come down to see what it was like. And perhaps, she hoped, to put some names to faces, though she thought that some of the people she'd encountered on the local forum weren't likely to frequent the arcade. Arcade games hadn't exactly been her specialty either; she'd never had a lot of money to spend on them.
Rey had learned how to how to jiggle them into giving back coins on occasion, and she'd had decent luck the few times she had played. If nothing else, she imagined she'd find a piloting game and run through it a few times before going back out to the house.
Searching through the dark arcade, lit only by the neon of the games, with the loud music, Rey considered that this might have been a bad idea. She could feel the life forces in the room, and had some sense of the emotions churning among the locals who were there. Some were pleasant, some were worrying. But there was no peace here, and she shouldn't have come here expecting any.
She was about to slide into the chair of an old piloting game she recognised when she felt B--Ren's presence. Now he would think she was spying on him, as if she had nothing better to do than worry about what he was up to. (The fact that she had nothing better to do than faff about in this arcade wasn't the point.) Huffing out a sigh that nobody else could hear under the music and game sounds, she gave up and moved over to the game he was playing, waiting quietly so as not to disturb him.
It was, after all, the story of her life with the men of his family.