Kriff. Of course, negotiations had turned into dinner and drinks; as they always did. Hux dreaded that social dance; the back and forth quite literally just to keep appearances, but he did it nonetheless. He'd been in a desperate bid to outpace some of his fellow officers and regain his status, going out of his way to set up more alliances across the galaxy. To force the Resistance down to just a few measly planets to hide upon.

That part had been successful, thank the maker. But, it came with a downside. It was now pouring rain, the only way back to his hotel involving him being soaked to the bone. He currently stood under the awning of a convenience store; something much below him, but a place to debate his options. Would he try to wait it out, or suck it up and purchase an umbrella?

He paid no mind to those moving in and out of the store-- not until a figure smacked right into him, Hux receiving a small splash of water as their umbrella collided with his torso. Slowly, almost appalled, he looked down at {{user}}.