bakerstreet | First Date

[ Open to cross-canon/AU]

Edited 2023-01-22 21:21 (UTC)

Sitting on the bus, Morgan was happy they had replied to Rey's text and that they had had the conversation that had followed, it had been far too long since they had last seen each other in person. Plus, with everything that had happened separately to the two of them in the last day or so, a night of garlic bread, coffee with Baily's and some Tequila might be just what they needed to clean away the shitty-ness of the last 24 or so hours.

Smiling at their phone, silently reading the last text from Rey, Morgan presses the "stop" button and gets up to stand by the exit. They were wearing a dark grey coat over their outfit, black pants and a maroon colored hoodie, comfort clothes. Waiting for the buss to pull over they glance at their phone one last time, but no new message from Rey, so they put their phone away. And as the bus pulls over to the stop, Morgan's smile widens as the familiar face of Rey pokes out behind an opened umbrella.

There was a warm, pleasant feeling flowing through her. A bit of a buzz that came from mixing Baileys with her strong coffee. It was called for considering the craptastic day she had, but it was going to get better. Morgan and her would feast on garlic bread, enjoy more Baileys and tequila--and hopefully neither of them would be hungover the next day.

She stood outside at the bus stop under her black umbrella, dressed in a forest green sweater, dark blue jeans and a thick black coat to keep her warm. Though, maybe the jacket was overkill considering her buzz, but her logical side screamed at her to take her coat.

Thankfully, she didn't need to wait long as she saw the bus pull up. She stepped away from the curb, not wanting to risk the wheels kicking up water and splashing her. A smile graced her lips seeing her dear friend hop off the bus stop. There was a hint of red on her cheeks, be it from the alcohol or from the cold, hard to tell.

"There you are!" She greeted, moving closer to them and tried to move the umbrella over both of their heads. It was big enough to cover two people, but Morgan was the taller one between the two of them.

"Right on time, and my apartment is around the corner. Hopefully it was an uneventful ride?"

Walking off the bus, Morgan couldn't help but laugh a little as Rey maneuvered the umbrella above the two of them.

Positioning themselves closer to both her and the umbrella, so that it would fully cover them both, they reply, still laughing a little: "Here I am. But yeah mostly, some noisy teens, but that's about all. It's good to see you again."

It was good seeing Rey again, really. "I'm glad you put on a coat, I sorta forgot to warn you about the chill when I got outside. Sorry." Shrugging their shoulders they look around, the place was just as Morgan remembered, a little run down, but, with it's own charm, if viewed with half-closed eyes.

"Lead the way" they say, nodding at Rey.

Rey gave a nod of her head, staying close to Morgan and lead the way to her apartment. Th skyline had more buildings than she cared for. The lights of the buildings blocking the light of the stars and moon in the sky, but it was close to the bus station, a grocery store and a few good eateries nearby that didn't break the bank.

"Well, I nearly didn't put my coat on because the Bailey's made me feel warm enough, so I took it as a precaution," she told them sheepishly. In case her slightly intoxicated state lied about the temperature minutes later.

The walk didn't take long, with the two of them rounding the corner and heading to an apartment building with stone steps. Rey fished out her key from her pocket and let them inside the entrance then up two flights of stairs before they were inside the comfort of her small one bedroom apartment. She quickly placed the umbrella in her shower to dry off.

"Uhh, tequila is in the fridge. Shot glasses and mugs are in the cabinet to your left and..." what else did they need? "Oh, the salt is in the small pantry on your right. But, make yourself at home."

"Then I am glad you listened to your own sense of self-preservation." Morgan says, letting Rey lead them to the apartment, not bothered by the lights or noise of the world around the two of them.

Through the entrance, up the stairs and in the door they make sure be just behind Rey, ready to catch her, just in case she was more intoxicated than she let on. Morgan honestly didn't think she would need the help, but they had learned the hard way that being a lil extra careful never hurt.

Fishing out the bag of limes from their coat, they take the coat off and hang it over the shoulders of a chair. The apartment was small, but comfy, cozy even, down-to-earth Morgan thought they could call it. Placing the limes down on the first clear kitchen surface they find, they grab two shot glasses and a mug for their own coffee and Bailey's out of the cabinet, placing them down besides the bag of limes. "Is there more coffee in the pot? And where did you hide the Bailey's? I have a craving for something strong and warm" they ask out into the air, grabbing the salt out of the pantry and putting it down besides the shot-glasses.

Taking the garlic bread packs out of the bag they had brought them in, Morgan looks at Rey and says, holding them up, "also, where do you want these? And should we just start up the oven so we have something to eat before we get lost in tequila?" A smile lurking onto their face as they catch what Rey's wearing. She looked great.

Morgan would fine that Rey's home was clean and spotless. There were multiple clean surfaces, and a place for everything and everything was in its proper place. Cleaning was a way for her to destress, and help get her thoughts in order. There was a knife block by the stove and next to it, small cutting boards. Down to earth it might be, but it didn't have much life to it. One or two photos of friends, but nothing else.

"Mhmm, brewed a fresh pot before I went to the bus stop," she told them, coming out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. She moved to the fridge and took out the half bottle of Baileys.

"And it's here!" she grined, putting the bottle near Morgan's mug.

"Oh, that..." Garlic bread, yes, yes. Rey moved around Morgan, kneeling down to a bottom cabinet to take out a baking tray and a silicone placemat. Both items in hand, she rose up to her full height and found the room had tilted ever so slightly before setting itself right again.

"Well, are we going to pace ourselves with the bread or eat all of it at once?" A fair question considering there was only so much garlic bread one could devour in one sitting.

"And, I have uhh...crackers?" She wasn't exactly sure and had to place the baking sheet and placemat down before going back into the pantry to check. "Yes, crackers and popcorn if you want to snack on that before we have bread."

Carbs. Nothing but carbs for the night, which was completely fine with her.

"Oh, and there's a water pitcher in the fridge too," she called out over her shoulder, slowly turning to look at them from her pantry. Hydration was important for drinking. Was it her, or was Morgan looking very cozy and handsome.

Pouring coffee into the mug they had picked out, they smiled as Rey put the bottle of Bailey's down close. Adding the magic to the mixture they turned to follow Rey with their eyes whilst hot and cold mixed in the mug.

A little amused, they watch as Rey pick out one thing after the other. "I think pacing ourselves is a good idea yeah, don't wanna feel too full for our drinks." They say with a smile. Testing the brew they find it just perfect, and after a long, careful sip, they add "I think I'm good to wait on the garlic bread, so please, no need to stress, I'll be fine."

Meeting Rey's eyes for a minute, they rest their mug beneath their mouth for a little before having another sip. "This is really good, at least better than any wine I might've brought." They rest the mug on the surface they picked it up from, "how much did you have before coming to get me anyways?".

"I'm not stressing," Rey huffed, opting to grab a sleeve of crackers from the pantry and move back to the kitchen. She placed the sleeve near the garlic bread then moved to grab her grey colored mug.

"I just want to make sure we're taken care of." Which was true. She tended to make sure her friends were fine before she was. Food was a major component to that as she didn't grow up in a home that had enough of it. As for how much she had to drink, Rey had to look down at her mug to correctly recall how much she had.

"...About half this mug," she muttered to them then took another long sip, not caring the temperature of her coffee had gone down a few degrees. They knew what sort of day she'd had. It was only right that she got started without them. It wasn't much! Or, it wouldn't be as much as what they were about to drink.

"So, let's do one loaf for now and then bake as we need?" A grin spread on her face realizing how silly that sounded and started to make her giggle. "Sorry, I don't know why I said it like that."

Laughing a little at the huff, they have another sip before saying, "in that case, I feel very provided and cared for." Sticking their tongue out at Rey just as she looks down into her mug, quickly withdrawing it as Rey drink a little from the mug.

"Not a bad start then" they say, and being infected by Rey's giggles they giggle along, a light airy sound. "No worries, yeah that sounds good, let's bake away as we feel like, when we feel like it". Seeing her mood improve Morgan couldn't help but contrast it to the first couple of texts they had exchanged earlier that day, they liked the change. Morgan would always try to make sure their friends were ok, and if not ok, at least help them get better, a little at a time.

Another long sip, Morgan takes great effort in savoring the taste and the warm feeling spreading in their body. Holding it with both hands and resting it against their lips again they look around for a table or the like to sit down at. "Got a table you prefer we eat at?"

"Ah, I have a small table.." Rey pointed to the small dark wood table near the window. There were two chairs, and it was more of a breakfast nook if Rey was honest. It was a nice place to sit or just stare outside and people watch from the street.

"But we can sit on the sofa if you want." She lifted her chin over to the sofa that acted as a barrier between the kitchen and living room. A soft blue throw was draped over one side of it.

"There's a coffee table and I have a pretty decent tv." One she fixed herself, thank you very much.

"Honestly..." she began to say, placing her coffee mug down in favor of opening the sleeve of crackers to take one out. "We can do either one, but it's your choice--"

Her words came to a halt as she looked over at the oven. The buzz she was feeling was starting to take a life of its own. Forgetfulness was starting to set in. Yes, they had agreed to bake as they go, but...

"Sorry," she told them, turning her gaze back to them. "My mind went back to the bread. Did we want to bake a loaf now or later?" The oven did have to preheat after all!

Following Rey's pointing Morgan got a good overview over the options, they had somehow managed to not see the sofa or the coffee table. "Sofa will work just fine, but I think we can leave the TV off, I'm here to have a good evening with you, not stare at a screen."

And boy that drink was good, taking another long sip. Putting it down they begin to feel the alcohol contained within work its wonders. Being shook a little from the warmth of the drink, they look over to Rey again, shuddering a little. "Yes, yes, a loaf now, and then maybe more later as we drink more." They answer, meeting her eyes.

"Let's just get that done and take a seat? How about you fix the garlic bread and the oven, it being your kitchen and all, and I slice some limes and set up the sofa?" And without waiting for Rey to answer Morgan grabs the bag of limes, a cutting board and a knife from the block.

They cut up more slices than the pair will probably need, but an extra lime or three never hurt anyone, being very careful not to add to the collection of scars they have on their hands. Finding a small bowl to have the slices in, they put them in and take that, the shot glasses and the salt shaker over to the coffee table. Placing them carefully down before looking back at Rey.

Rey almost opened her mouth to argue that staring at a scene while being with someone could be fun. They could make their own commentary on a documentary or a show, but she wisely decided to say something else, "You just want to practice your standup routine."

Yes, she was going to tease them for that for a bit longer. Or for as long as they were willing to tolerate that joke. Though a new question arose in Rey's mind--how or when did Morgans eyes become so...pleasant to look at. They had a handsome face, but their eyes were nice to look at--

Focus, she told herself. Right, the oven.

"Yeah, okay," She agreed, moving to the oven to set the temperature for that. The young woman went to work on getting the garlic bread out of its packaging and onto the silicone placement and onto the baking tray. A soft beep indicated the oven was at the right temperature, and soon the bread went into the oven. Before she could forget, she set a timer on her phone.

Rey's part taken care of, she looked over to Mogran's side of the kitchen and saw the limes were cut. Without missing a beat, she went to the fridge to grab the bottle of tequila and moved to place it on the coffee table.

"Need help bringing the rest of the items over?"

"Ah, caught me red-handed, I do indeed just want to make my beloved friend laugh. You see they have had a bad day, and I thought my brand of humor was just what they would need." Morgan laughs a little at their own silliness, it was all true though, they liked seeing Rey smile and... was it the light or had she always looked so beautiful? Like, Morgan knew Rey was pretty, but this was something else.

The thought occupied their mind as they placed everything down on the coffee table. And being consumed in the thought of how nice she looked, they were caught off guard at the sudden appearance of Rey by their side. Morgan jumps a little actually. We can think this over later, they agree with themselves.

"Yes, please, that would be great, thank you." Morgan answers, as if they were totally cool and collected and hadn't at all spaced out thinking about her. "I'll take the mugs and you grab the rest?". Taking a second of breath to collect themselves letting Rey answer before doing anything else.

Beloved friend, the words made Rey feel warm and happy. She didn't have many people in her life that she could count on, but those she did have, she kept close. Affirmations and compliments weren't given to her when she was growing up, so whatever kind words were said to her, she took notice.

"Well, you did make me laugh a few times today," she told them, thinking back to the text messages they continued to send back and forth.

Rey didn't notice Morgan had spaced at all. Rather, she was wondering how many shots she wanted, or needed to limit herself to. Self preservation was kicking in, reminding her that she did have work tomorrow but...a little fun wouldn't hurt. She was pulled out of her thoughts by her friend requesting the rest of the items be brought to the coffee table.

"Sure, yeah, I can do that." So back and forth Rey went, first grabbing the bowl of cut up limes with the salt shaker and then coming back into the kitchen to bring back tow cups of water and that sleeve of crackers. All of the desired items were on the coffee table, the bread was in the oven and there was a timer going. They had everything they needed!

"Continue with the coffee and Baileys, or should we switch to tequila?"

Watching Rey go back and forth, Morgan got their mugs and sat Rey's down on the coffee table, taking a sip of their own, before putting it down beside the other mug.

Sitting down in the sofa, they eased into it, letting themself sink together and just, feel the softness of it all. That they had work in the morning was all but forgotten, they had a bunch of sick days piled up anyways, so they could afford to get drunk, have a little fun alongside their friend. Their, stunningly beautiful friend who was just standing there looking... anyways, Morgan could afford to get a little drunk.

Gesturing for Rey to sit down as well they say, "Counter offer, take a shot now, finish our drink whilst eating the garlic bread and then having some more shots?". All the while leaning forward to grab a cracker out of the sleeve.

All items on the coffee table, Rey looked at the sofa to where Morgan sat and took a seat next to them. The buzz from the Baileys were still quiet pleasant, and she was still feeling a bit warm from it. Not warm enough to take off her sweater, but warm enough to feel toasty...comfortable--and momentarily wonder why the hell she was wearing jeans and not leggings. Oh, right laundry day.

"A shot now?" Rey repeated, raising an eyebrow at her friend. Were they not supposed to pace themselves? Or was that only for the carbs? Oh well!

"Alright, I'm fine with that...." She reached for the tequila, unscrewed the cap and poured a shot into each glass. She sat the bottle down and reached for the salt shaker to put a little salt on her other hand. Once she was done, she passed the shaker to Morgan.

"If I remember correctly it's tequila, salt and then lime?" Or was it lime and then salt? She couldn't remember entirely and looked to her friend.

"Or do we just improvise?"

The alcohol was definitely starting to whisper in the back of Morgan's mind, but the quiet buzz was comfortable. And Rey was sitting just there besides them, not close enough, some part of Morgan thought, but that was shut down quickly enough and Morgan forced their eyes to look back at the coffee table.

And taking the salt shaker being passed from Rey, and whilst pouring some salt on their hand they say, "I think it's salt, tequila and then lime. Maybe, it's been a while since I last had it, but the lime goes last."

And looking back to meet Rey's eyes, for a moment Morgan is struck at just how much they like looking in them. And all the while never breaking eye contact, Morgan picks up the shot prepared for them and grabs a lime slice. And bringing both up to their mouth, they wait for Rey to do the same.

Clinking the two glasses softly together, "Cheers", and Morgan licks the salt, downs the tequila and bites into the lime.

The strong liquor, chased down by the lime, spreads through their system like a wildfire. Putting the shotglass down carefully on the table, they take a moment to let themselves feel the heat spread in them.

And deciding in that moment that it is too warm in here now, they take off their hoodie, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath. Folding the hoodie and putting it down besides them, away from Rey. Their arms, now revealed are a continuation of their hands, with small scars going up them, thanks to a combination of dear ol' dad and their current job.

Also revealed by the hoodie coming off are their tattoos. Morgan has three that Rey would be able to see, on their right forearm, in a spot mercifully bare of scarring is an ankh, the handle of which is crowned with a minimalist sun. Peeking up from underneath the shirt, is a sword handle, the remaining tattoo running down their chest being hidden by the t-shirt.

"Cheers!" Rey held up her glass and clinked it against Morgan's. She followed their lead, licking off the salt from her hand before downing the alcohol. The liquid burned on her tongue, and she could faintly hear Poe's voice scolding her for not sipping tequila rather than shooting it down. Thankfully, Poe's voice disappeared as the alcohol traveling down her throat and disappeared as Rey reached for the lime to bite down on.

Her nose wrinkled from the sudden burst of citrus in her mouth, and it momentarily felt like her heart was on fire. But, the after effects were a feeling of warmth and...lightness? She turned her head away, trying to spare Morgan from the sour look on her own face as she bit harder into the lime in an attempt to cleanse her tongue from the burning tequila.

"Mmmnn..." Rey took the lime out of her mouth and set her shot down in favor of picking up her glass of water. She looked over at her friend--who now had their hoodie off.

"Sorry, are you hot?" she asked after taking a long sip of water. "I can turn on the air con if you like." British slang for air conditioner. The lime was discarded off on an napkin--Rey was proud of herself for grabbing a few before she sat down.

She took in Morgan's form again, noting the scars on their arms. It made her think about her own faint scars on her back from working on cars in her early teen years, as well as the invisible scars people had. The ones no one saw, and didn't like talking about. No, going too dark there. Forcing herself out of those thoughts, she finally caught site of the tattoos on Morgan's right forearm.

"Oh shit..." Rey breathed, looking at the ink on their skin then up at their face, a grin slowly spreading across her face.

"Alright, comedian, tatted, charming, handsome, and accent. You truly have no need for a wing person," she concluded with a laugh, unable to stop herself from leaning into them a little.

Putting the eaten lime onto the same napkin as Rey, good thinking on her part really, before answering. "It's pretty comfortable really, just the alcohol making me feel warmer really, but this is nice. And no need to turn on the air con, might just start feeling cold then."

Meeting Rey's gaze, Morgan can't help but smile. "Like what you see?" they say teasingly, before accepting the lean-in and wrapping their left arm around her, pulling her a little closer. "Maybe I don't need a wing person, but please, don't give me too much credit here. Not everybody gets let in so close as to see everything, so you're pretty special yourself you know?."

It really had been a while since Morgan had let somebody so close as to allow themselves a sense of vulnerability. Sure, they couldn't really help the accent, a mark of their birth and adolescence, or how others perceived for that matter. But the charm and the warmth? That was reserved for those Morgan felt close to. Hell, Morgan was pretty sure Rey was now only the 4th or 5th person to even know of the tattoos, let alone to have seen them, other than Morgan themselves and the tattoo-artist that had done them.

The warmth of the alcohol and Rey leaning into them had their heart racing. "I'm not all that, you know? I'm just Morgan and that is all." They mutter, letting their eyes fall away from Rey's, turning their head to look at the coffee table. They've always been good at downplaying themselves, an old survival tactic, harsh words sting less if you've said them first.

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