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WHO: rey, kylo, daisy, illya
WHERE: fancy dinner
WHEN: restaurant week
WHAT: meeting the parents, i guess
NOTES OR WARNINGS: will update as needed

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rey & kylo

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[ there is no mirror in rey's apartment.

she's never had need of one, nothing to worry about her appearances for. it only occurs to her rather late now to wonder if she has made herself up to look fancy enough to go where they're planning to go. daisy's approval is rather high stakes, as far as rey is concerned. she's cool and smart and makes rey feel like she's valuable: all good things. priceless, in fact. she's positive daisy wouldn't just turn around and drop her because she got them kicked out of a restaurant for looking like a gremlin, but rey's also sure that it wouldn't thrill her, and that rey would feel guilty anyway.

well. nowhere to go but forward. ]

Just message me when you're close.

[ that should be a fine enough message to send kylo for now to dispel some of her nervousness. she doesn't have anything left to do; she's hugging right up against the agreed upon time already, green cocktail dress zipped, hair combed neatly down instead of pinned back by a chaotic jumble of clips and a headband. it doesn't feel short anymore. somehow, its above-shoulders length has started to feel long since it's been so long that she's been without her buns. ]

errybody all in here

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[ rey and kylo actually manage to clean up well, by some miracle. they arrive together to the restaurant, rey stiff in the shoulders and looking all the part a fish out of water, not quite touching but close enough to make it apparent that kylo ren is the closest thing she has to a security blanket for this social interaction.

she has a leather jacket pulled on over her cocktail dress, stubbornly, and black flats on instead of heels to ruin the overall fashionable affect she has tried to cobble together. it's better than she could usually manage. when they enter through the doors, rey ducks around kylo and the doorman and makes an over-eager effort to search out daisy and illya first thing.

it'd be nice to avoid speaking to anyone. ]

daisy & illya, pre-dinner.

[evite]

[ she buys a dress. she buys an expensive dress, and the shop delivers it — right to illya's address, as daisy's at work and she knows he'll be home, neatly steamed and pressed and hung from a thick wooden hanger and covered in thin ecofoil to protect it from the elements.

don't look, she tells him.

she'd like the whole thing to be a surprise, really. an opportunity for him to look at her the way he had that recent afternoon in the vyonation lobby, to see her in something other than everyday wear or one of his shirts. he might not be a fashion consultant in real life, but she knows he still has taste.

so she makes him wait in the living room until she's ready, until her head peeks out the doorframe and calls him in, beckoning him to come and help.

she needs a zipper pulled, after all. ]