STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[avali]

STAR WARS CALL OUT POST:
STEP 1: pick a muse
STEP 2: leave a comment with their name in the subject line, pictures, words or all of the above
STEP 3: profit

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[reconditioning]

Like you wouldn't believe.

[He says it because it's true, even with his grip still locked down over the handle, he's smirking like an idiot, attention flicking back and forth between the road ahead as it streaks past and Hux's deftness with the steering wheel (his knees?? the man's using his knees as he's tearing off his own tie??). Wants to laugh but it's pitched, scooting forward in his seat to get a better view of everything.]

You're-- [Finn scoffs, wildly amused.] not what I expected, you know that?

[hunx]

[There's a quick look over at Finn before his attention is back on the road. Or at least directed in that general area.] This is the only place where I don't have to live up to anyone's expectations of me. Depends on who I have as a passenger but you seem like the kind of person I could be honest around.

[There's a reoccurring theme, of course, to not place expectations on people but he's observed his company candidly. There's a basis of understanding what kind of person he is.

An honest person, at the very least. No manipulation, no double-sided nature to play games for the most money or better numbers.

So he feels inclined to ask, curious:] What were you expecting, precisely?

[reconditioning]

I...almost feel like an ass for thinking it. [It's hard, having a conversation at nearly 70mph in traffic, but he manages it pretty decently from where he's still half-gripping his own door. Flashes a smile at nothing in particular (that's meant for Hux) and then he's swallowing dryly over the taste of his own spit.]

I don't know, just, you know. Nice car, chauffeur, maybe a little classical music or something just as stuffy.

[Stops, nearly swallowing his tongue.] Did I say-- did I say stuffy? Because that is not the word I was aiming for.

[hunx]

[It takes everything in him not to completely laugh about that, because it's so true to what most people think and he can't even be offended with the way Finn says it and then regrets his word choice.

But there's a devil of a grin on his face. Not the kind of thing perhaps you'd want to see from someone who's already driving like a maniac.]

Well, you're only right about one of those things - though I do have a chauffeur forced on me when I visit my parents. Their stomachs turn just thinking about the way I drive.

[Family is family, but they deserve it. The fear, the unease it brings.

And then he flicks on the radio (defaulting on CD), which seems calm enough at first with the fade out of crickets chirping from the last track on the album before moving on to the next one.

Which is definitely not nature sounds or classical.]

[reconditioning]

[He laughs, wide and stupid as anything once that track hits home, attention flicking away to settle on some distant point far off in the distance. No, Hux isn't at all what he'd expected, but the more time he spends with the man, the more he appreciates that fact. Makes him think that dinner won't be half as awkward, that maybe they can take it all down a peg and chill. Talk about life instead of learning, which is the only difference Finn has ever found between textbooks and the feeling of his hands--

Well.

It's different, doing something for real. Being real.]

[hunx]

[At first he'd been thinking about steak and wine but watching Finn out of the corner of his eye, he reconsiders where would be a fun place to go for dinner. Initially he'd entertained the thought of watching the younger man squirm awkwardly in some Too Elegant fine dining establishment, but ultimately he can see that this time is better spent in something more natural, more genuine.

So, in equal parts re-routing his course and showing off, he drifts wildly yet expertly around a corner, rubber audibly peeling on the pavement as he does so.]

I know a place that serves the best fish and chips I've ever had. [your body is not ready for what lies ahead.]

[reconditioning]

[Is that a challenge, Hux?

Finn wheezes out a strained little yelp of 'yo' as Hux sends the car skidding on some predetermined course, the vibration of tires catching rattling up to his jaw in a way that makes him feel more alive than he has in weeks.]

Now you're speaking my language, buddy!

[And he likes that, the idea that they could in the first place.]