Rey’s life had never been perfect, but she’d always been an optimist. That is, of course, until she has the shittiest week to ever be a shit week. Her fiance dumps her and runs off to France, the stray cat she took in shreds her couch and the curtains, her landlord informs her that she’s got 30 days to get a new place to live, AND she lost her job. Basically, she’s ready to crawl in a hole and never come out.
So that’s exactly what she intends to do, getting absolutely shit faced in a bar she’s never been to, whining about her life to a stranger she’s sure she’ll never see again. Until she wakes up with a hangover (and one less shoe) on his couch. In the harsh light of day he’s not much like the supportive ear he was when she was wasted. He’s rude, arrogant, and temperamental, and good god is he stuck up! But when his life takes a turn for the worse and he’s left alone… well call Rey a sucker but she can’t help but want to be there for this dude who doesn’t even have any friends.
Life may not be a fairytale, and prince charming might be an asshole, but maybe there’s something to be said about bonding through how crappy real life can actually be.
It’s December of 2015, and people are about to have a whole lot of questions. The Force Awakens is being released to the public, ending a ten-year hiatus from Lucasfilm and making true on a decades-long promise from George Lucas that we would see the end of the story he began in 1977.
At the time, I was a really responsible university student, which means I spent the cash to see Episode VII at…
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