Poe ordered a bottle of hard liquor - as he often did - and a room, and then took the card key as he led Finn upstairs.
He didn't give a shit who knew about his dalliances. The upper officers had worse. He kept his head down while on the job so at the very least they could let him have this.
The room itself was clean and orderly and entirely in the greys and blacks and reds of the First Order. Branding was not an issue the FO had. He walked over to where there was a container of ice and two glasses waiting for them.
"Drink?" He always asked, whether Finn took it or not.
He always had one, to settle his nerves.
Then he'd drink the rest of the bottle after he'd gotten off.
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He didn't give a shit who knew about his dalliances. The upper officers had worse. He kept his head down while on the job so at the very least they could let him have this.
The room itself was clean and orderly and entirely in the greys and blacks and reds of the First Order. Branding was not an issue the FO had. He walked over to where there was a container of ice and two glasses waiting for them.
"Drink?" He always asked, whether Finn took it or not.
He always had one, to settle his nerves.
Then he'd drink the rest of the bottle after he'd gotten off.