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Finn received his new glass of whiskey, downed it, and held up his fingers to indicate two more, one of which was meant for Abbi.

She had asked him for a drink, but hadn't specified which kind, so she was just going to have to woman up and have what everyone else was having (though she might have even liked whiskey anyways. He really had no idea).

"That, is a matter of opinion, sweet cheeks." He grinned at her, giving the man that was running the bar a nod as he pulled out his own pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips and lighting it up with barely another thought. His head was beginning to feel slightly fuzzy and warm around the edges already, and he lounged in his chair like a diva, eye scanning the room to look over it's current inhabitants before he gave Jack an answer.

"I believe you may know him, since he said some guy with a stick up his a** named Jack woke him up. Chance Bones?" He asked, glancing back towards the man in the Zoolander getup. "New guy, hot piece of a**." He smirked, tacking on the description in case he was mistaken about Jack knowing him already. <******** the rules. I'm sure we can sneak some in without getting caught. None for Ripley though, that man is high as a kite on the tallest ******** mountain right now. Adding alcohol to the mix would be disastrous." Not to mention it would probably make him very, incredibly sick.

Even as Jack was taking out his phone to shoot off text messages, Finn was pulling out his, while exhaling a long puff of smoke.



He was, of course, talking about his burned face self. Zeke's make up, intentional or not, may have touched on a sore spot.

Or Finn was actually being humorous for a change. It was, as usual, impossible to tell with him.

Zeke didn't so much as blink when Paige took his drink, helped herself to it, and slid it back into his hand. She was right, they were cool like that. Hell, if she'd asked, he'd have bought her one. Ah well. He tipped his drink to her in a little salute as she and Cee wandered off towards the jukebox. She seemed happy, he was glad for her.

Left to his own devices, pale eyes wandered around the bar until they landed on snowy hair, though a buzz of his phone had attention turning down to that as he drew it out of his pocket.

He didn't recall having seen Finn in the bar, though he hadn't exactly been looking. He did now, and actually looked past the Moon before his gaze snapped back on a thin figure in a black suit and long blonde hair. It was the eye patch that gave him away, but s**t, if he hadn't been looking he'd have missed the fact that Elle Driver was packing more than a samurai sword.

She made a kissy face up at Noah before turning to Heidi, brows arched at her question. "It's um..." Pey stared down into her shot glass, lips twisted thoughtfully to one side. "Dunno, exactly, but it's fruity tasting. Pretty good." Probably. She took a small sip, then smiled. "Mmm, yeah. It's good."

Two shots in, and she was feeling pretty darn good. Her arms and legs were getting a bit tingly, and her head had a soft fuzziness about it that was most pleasant. This was infinitely better than the first time she'd drank, and not just because her arm wasn't hanging on by a thread this time around.

The hand on Noah's back, thawed now, had started up an absent trailing of fingers along the Lifer's hip.

Heidi's request for her phone had Peyton blinking, but she pulled it out of the little hip pack and handed it over. "What are you doing?" Not that the answer wouldn't become clear in seconds as Heidi took her selfie. This had the Sun chuckling, and she'd reclaim her phone in time for it to buzz in her hand.

A glance at the message, and pale eyes narrowed briefly before she was shaking her head.



She hoped sarcasm traveled through text, but whatever. Turning, she flagged down Harrison to order a whiskey, then had it sent down the bar to where Jack was congregating with Abbi and...was that Finn?



Another shake of her head, and she was tucking her fun away.

Fruity, huh? Maybe she'd like it. Heidi waited until the phone was handed to her before downing the shot, taking the selfie as she did so. Okay, so she was not used to shots, but at least the drink was good. She cleared her throat and blinked, setting the shot glass down to send off her picture.



Then the phone was handed back. "Ten bucks says he's here within ten minutes," Heidi chuckled. "Another shot? That was kinda good, actually."

"That's gay," Chel whispered to Chris, not fully conscious of what that word meant or what she was saying. "I want chocolate chips," she tacked on, knowing that Chris would fully understand. Now he had to procure chocolate chips, or the entire deal was off.

Dawson began inching away metaphorically, and Chel said, "Yer free to do whatever you want Daws'n. Follow yer dreams." Very inspiring words.

"Oh wait," Chel interrupted. "Negative on the pancakes, I have to be up innnn." She held up seven fingers. "Siiiix hours!"

Cold. As much fun as nothing. Abbi's words had little effect on Finn's exterior, and he seemed to simply ignore her as he checked his phone from his pocket again, noting the text he got back from Ezekiel.

And then he looked back to her. "And you're about as ******** grateful as any other little b***h I've ever met. You're welcome, and have a great night, kids." He smiled, standing up from his chair and downing his final drink before setting it back down on the bar.

He hadn't intended on staying long, and the time on his phone indicated that he had about enough time to go back to his room, change, and figure out how to sneak a bottle of whiskey into the infirmary.

Before he could be left alone at the bar, he was on his way out, a few texts sent off to various people along the way.





Indeed, there was a definite effort being made to walk in his heels as he made his way out.

"Naw, man, you don't have to go anywhere. But I've been takin' care of her drunken a** since she snuck her first drink. I've got a system. I can tuck you in tonight, too, if you want. I've gotten good at it." He shrugged easily, mostly joking, and grabbed a water from the bar. He folded it into Chel's hands a she held up her seven fingers.

"Drink this or you ain't gonna wanna live in six hours, let alone wake up. You got early bird duties tomorrow?" He'd have to make sure she actually got to them. He heard someone calling Chel's name, though he didn't recognize the hand in the crowd when he glanced at it. "You've got more company."