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Finn took a long sip of his whiskey while he waited for her response, and another drag of his cigarette, the smoke of which was blown up into the air to form a small cloud above them. Claude didn't really strike him as the type to talk much, and that was fine with Finn, who spent most of his time with a certain white haired man who had a very similar habit of only speaking the bare minimum of what he needed to most of the time.

Finn was, by now, quite used to it.

"Oh? How exciting. I take it you've actually learned how to use that weapon of yours now, then? Or are you getting by on sexual favors alone?" Typical cold smile, but what else did Finn ever give? Everyone really should have known that this particular look from him was completely normal and in no way meant to be insulting. Well, until it was meant to be insulting. Still, the tone of his voice indicated the amusement of a light joke being told.

"Can't say much has happened since I got a promotion myself, except for moving up in the world, which you can clearly see for yourself."

Finn snorted, unable to stop the laughter that came next. "Ouch. s**t, darling, somebody must really think you're talented in other departments if they're promoting you. Those stats are abysmal." Again, simply joking, and he took another sip of his whiskey before continuing.

"Mind you I somehow got by, so I can't say I'm all that surprised."

"As long as you've enjoyed all the banging you've received this far, that's what's important." He grinned, and lifted his glass along with hers.

"To you being the most bangable tranny on the island."

A deeper swig of whiskey would never be taken.

It hadn't been very long, but Finn's glass was already less half of its original contents, and his cigarette was smouldering near the filter, needing only a single small drag to finish it off before he was pressing it into the ashtray. Claude's reaction to his toast, or rather lack thereof, reminded him again of Ripley, and he was beginning to wonder if Claude might be his half-woman half-beast counterpart.

"Coulda fooled me, sunshine. Though you did a good job tearing Cee apart at least, I'll give you that one."

He took another sip, going quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Find yourself a moon to watch your sorry a** for you at least, yet?"

"Funny, the video I took satisfies me every time I watch it." He actually didn't even have the video anymore, having deleted it probably a week after he had taken it, but she didn't know that. "Nothing like a little girl on girl action to start my day." His smile widened, and he took another sip of his whiskey while she answered his question.

"Really?" His tone was flat, not surprised in the least though his eyebrows rose as if he were. "That poor, sad, ********. Well, congratulations, I guess." Her question in return bought her a momentary lapse in conversation as he got up to refill his glass, figuring if he was going to have to continue to keep company with her he was going to need it.

"I do." He finally answered, as his whiskey was topped back up. "Only found somebody in the sun division that I could stand to be around for more then five ******** minutes recently though. So, who's this moon of yours? Anybody I know?"

Finn looked at her for a couple of beats, frowned and said. "Don't know him....wait, is he that fat ********? I think Jack mentioned him once or twice before." Finn shrugged, not able to really contribute more then that.

"The incredibly lucky b*****d's name is Chance." He replied, downing another half of his drink before looking at her empty one. "Want another?"

"Stout." Finn snorted. "Same ******** thing, darling."

Her own snort in reply earned a raised eyebrow. "Take it you know him?" He asked, while grabbing the bottle to pour her another drink. "In that case, poor b*****d indeed."