Welcome to Gaia! ::

Finn rolled his eye at the way Jack averted his gaze, because seriously? "Jesus, do you turn your back on patients when they need to have their clothes stripped off too? Scared you'll catch homo just by looking at me?" He asked, barking a laugh as he grabbed the white nurses shirt out of his closet, slipping his arms through and buttoning it up before moving on to undoing his belt and dropping his jeans.

"How the ******** did you even manage to get changed before a basketball game you giant p***y." He ignored the not hot comment, choosing to goad his friend some more.

But then it was back to business as usual. "It was...quite a long while back. Maybe even a year? s**t." He ran fingers through his hair and nodded his head. "The new ones always feel like they've got to prove something. He should have left Ripley there to rot." Because that's what Finn would have done, if it had been anybody that he barely knew, at least.

Finn let Jack have his moment of incredulity, slipping on the white skirt that went with the top.

"Right? I mean, they're supposed to be horsemen. Not ******** lionmen. Makes no ******** sense, but there you have it. I don't think Ripley or Chance would lie about it, and it explains the teeth and claw marks.

After that, Finn simply shrugged his shoulders, trading out his eyepatch for a white one with a red cross on it. "Maybe they thought between the two of them they stood a chance? I know Ripley said he was just trying to give Chance an opportunity to get out okay. Both of them are idiots."

And he meant that in the nicest way possible.

"Ya ya, just afraid you'll like what you see." Finn waved him off, even though the other man couldn't see it, and finished getting changed. "It's safe now." He grinned, taking a final puff of his cigarette before butting it out in an empty whiskey bottle on the stand next to his bed.

As for everything else. "I said if I were Chance I would've left him. I'm obviously not Chance and if it had been me, I would not have left him...but I would have also ported his a** out of there before s**t hit the ******** fan."

Because that was the sensible thing to have done, and Finn had apparently decided that he was the most sensible person on the island even though he was the only one sporting a partially melted and burned face.

He stopped by his dresser to grab the booze, and then turned back towards Jack. "Ready to go, Cory Hart?"

It was a good point, Finn agreed, though he didn't say as much out loud. Instead, he was lost in a sea of dizzy thoughts for a moment. "Makes no sense unless...." He paused, considering things a little further.

"I bet they're ********. Chance and Ripples, I mean. Why else stay behind for him?" Clearly morals didn't factor into Finns equations at all. "I mean, wouldn't blame either of them. Both damn sexy in their own way. Fuuuuuck, ya that's gotta be it."

But was he bothered by his drunken revelation? It didn't appear as such, and he moved on to other topics without missing another beat.

"He's a singer you retard. I wear my sunglasses at night~ You know!" He reached over to give Jack a smack upside the head, but missed horribly, before grabbing a pair of high heeled white boots that he opted to carry and not put on just yet.

As they vacated the room, Finn let out a long sigh through his nose. "Ya, I ran across her in the towns one day. Wasn't really trying to beat her up or anything just.....felt like scrapping it out a bit. She's got some kinda lust for pain thing goin." He squinted at Jack's phone, reading before barking out a laugh.

"Well I don't know what to say to that. Sorry if you laid claim to breaking her already, bro. I'll step back if you want."

"Right. Suppose that could be it." As they walked, Finn somehow managed to juggle the contents of his hands around so that he could unscrew the lid of his bottle of whiskey, taking another shot of burning amber liquid with a small, satisfied gasp of air. His head, which for all of thirty minutes had been given a small break and might have even been on the way back to buzz country, began to swim a little more unsteadily again, but at that moment he couldn't find it in himself to care. Thinking was getting more difficult, and he didn't feel like reigning himself in any longer, which he would likely regret the next day.

"Work me in, work me out, work me up and down. I don't care do what'cha want to do." He smirked, "You know if ya need me I'm there for ya buddy." At this point he managed to give the other man a pat on the shoulder, though he had to concentrate to actually do it and not miss this time.

On the way to Jack's room, he continued to hum to the tune of sunglasses at night, and once they reached the other mans room, he didn't stop, making his way in and having a look around at the decor. "Like the ambiance you got goin on in here." He commented, his humming finally cutting off. The bag of candy was turned towards as it was set down, and Finn dropped his boots, so that the could rummage around to find something he wanted. "Got any snickers?" He asked, and then barked out a laugh, because inside jokes that other people didn't get but were still funny for some reason.

He settled on a mars bar before his attention went back to Jack. "Possessive? Like jealous? If he's gettin it on with other people? Or just like...wantin him all to myself all the time." He blinked and shook his head.

"Nah to the latter, can't handle that s**t. But...I dunno. I am possessive in a way. Guess it's why I prefer we don't talk about who else we've been with around each other. Don't wanna know, don't wanna care."

"But if I don't know about it, I don't sit around imagining it happening. Where, why, what positions, how many times, will they do it again, does he prefer that other person over me, how long we gonna last...." He shook his head, wanting to reach up and rub at his face but make-up and the ruining of.

"s**t, I'll admit I can be a jealous guy, but it depends on the circumstances too. And if I don't gotta be faithful than it changes my perspective, ya know? I can dismiss him bein with other people a little more easily cuz it means I can do the same." A smile, a short laugh to go with it.

He opened up the mini chocolate bar, stripping off the wrapper before popping the entire thing in his mouth, chewing slowly as he listened to Jack's question, which was a good one, one that his non drunk self might have been able to answer with tactful ease but in his current state was quite a bit more difficult.

"It isn't about just bein ******** buddies or friends with benefits. It's more than that, but less than a ******** commitment. Call it a relationship if ya want I don't give a s**t. But it's guilt free. There's no pressure to try and make things work cuz they either do or they don't. It's nice and I like it and I like him. He puts up with me but not how Fini put up with me cuz you know if I tried to stick my d**k in somebody else when I was with her she'd probably cut it off. He just accepts things the way they are, and we enjoy bein around each other I think, when just hangin out normal like you know? We have some laughs, we have some great sex....it just feels better this way. Not so complicated really. Easy."

He reached into the bag for another candy, slowly, and then, "Do you think I should tell him? Was thinking bout breaking the whole deal off honestly but maybe I should just tell him....."

What he was talking about might have been hard to say.

"Anyways, s**t, now you got me ramblin on about my ******** up ******** upness. ******** you. How's that b***h you're supposedly seeing even though I never see ya with her?"

The water bottle was accepted with a frown up at his friend, "What do ya mean, what?" He unscrewed the lid, though that took more concentration than it should have, before taking a long drink.

He licked the moisture off of his lips before continuing. "I just said it. I like him. I enjoy bein around him. He's pretty and he's a good lay and I feel happier and, you know what? I really like it when I can get him to smile and it actually feels real instead of some kind of show he's puttin on. I think I'm just getting too close, and at some point that's bound to get messy, right? So I should tell him, and he can end it, or I can just end it. Makes sense, really. Then maybe I wont feel like punching him in the face over and over again for being such a ******** retard."

Another drink. "Now seriously, what the ******** is going on with you?"

Ask to keep it...now there was something Finn hadn't really considered. He had considered ending it himself or letting Ripley come to that decision on his own once he confessed how his feelings regarding there arrangement had begun to change but....

"Not sure if I'm ready for that kinda s**t again, man. After stupid b***h." His very fond nickname for the big ex, "Haven't been interested in being in like with anybody. Hell, if I wanted that I woulda stayed with Fini."

But he didn't want to end what he had with Ripley. What they had was an arrangement he wasn't sure he could manage to make work with anybody else. Still, he imagined once he told the other man what was up the death intermediate would slam the door in his face anyways. It was only a matter of time really before their non-relationship came to a screeching halt, in his mind.

It was enough to make his head hurt if he thought about it for too long, so instead, he focused on Jack instead.

"Oh ******** me, so there's a woman version of you? God save the ******** lot of us." He joked with a laugh before taking another couple of gulps of his water.

"So whats with the ******** stripes under her eyes, anyways?" He had to ask, but when Jack mentioned the good lay part he laughed again.

"Knew it. She a total freak? Probably into some real kinky s**t."