Hi dear! Thank you so much for sending me a prompt. I decided to go a little silly with this one (instead of the few angsty ideas that came to mind). I hope you like it. Went with a modern flair ;) A big thank you to @amanda-rex for beta-ing it to give me the courage to post these drabbles!
Prompt 265: I promise, it’s just this once.
Jyn wailed in frustration, slamming the controller down on the couch and disentangling herself from the wires wrapped around her legs.
“I can’t take it!” she growled. “Our floor is literally thumping.”
Her roommate, Bodhi, laughed at her. “I can’t tell if this is one of your better excuses for losing to me, again, or one of the worse ones?” He set the controller down himself and nudged her playfully. “I guess this is better than “ow I’m having a leg cramp’!”
Under normal circumstances, Jyn wouldn’t have ignored his snickers and would have reminded him of all of his excuses. And that leg cramps really did fucking hurt. But, the situation in the apartment below her was all she could think about. She didn’t know what bothered her more, the incessant pulsing of the music below her, or the oh-so smooth voice of her downstairs neighbor, Cassian Andor, echoing in her head. She remembered accosting him the last time, his eyes warm and his voice kind as he soothed her: “I promise, it’s just this once.” Apparently, they had differing definitions of once, because this was the third time this month that he had thrown a loud party that would have been shaking their glass cabinets, if they had any.
To be fair, Cassian had no obligation to keep his promises to her. He was just her neighbor, after all. They weren’t friends, or anything even close to that. Even if he’d stepped in to defend her that night she stepped in to knock out the asshole that had followed in the girl from 3B. Or if he’d helped her to her apartment that one night she came home and had passed out in the lobby. Or if they always happened to do laundry at exactly the same time. It was all just coincidence. It shouldn’t feel this way when he didn’t follow through on his promises.
A movement by her side brought her back to reality. To anger. Bodhi had placed his feet on the boxes and wooden slab that served as their coffee table, now focused on the book he’d set aside earlier to play with her. She ground her teeth at how unfazed he seemed, both by the noise and by her agitation.
“It’s really not that bad,” he told her, not looking up.
That was it. She was going to deal with this music, even if Bodhi wasn’t.
“You shouldn’t-Hey! Wait! Jyn!”
But she was already striding with purpose down the hall and out the door. She slammed her fist on Cassian’s door, hard, though she wasn’t sure the thuds would be heard over the rhythmic vibrations of the ever-so-loud music.
The door opened and she was suddenly face to face with Cassian’s very well-sculpted features. Her mouth went dry as her anger slammed against her tongue, as if it had hit a dam. She sputtered, struggling to find the words to express her frustration.
