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"Not going to make me feel guilty~" He stated, before taking a swig of the bourbon that effectively drained half of the glass. Afterwards, he held the glass up, studying the remaining amber liquid. It was no bottle of whiskey, but it wasn't bad.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, he set the glass down and said. "I've never been happier in my entire life."

Finn snorted. "Gay." He muttered, and lifted his glass for another long sip that nearly drained it. Looking at the glass, he swallowed, shrugged, and finished it off, already feeling the pleasant buzz of alcohol, and the warmth that spread up the back of his neck and out towards his fingertips from his chest.

Setting the glass down, he sat up to fish another cigarette out of his pocket, and squinted at Chance with a furrowed brow. The man seemed....different, than he used to. More expressive, warm...it was strange.

"Everything alright with you?" He asked, slipping a cigarette free from the carton before holding it out towards the other man in offering.

Another shrug, and he leaned back in his seat while putting the cigarette between his own lips. While he fished around in another pocket for a lighter, he said, from around the cigarette.

"You seem weird. I mean, more so than usual." He stated.

The cigarette was lit shortly afterwards, and he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling while taking a long drag.

"Talking about how you love us, acting like you care about happiness, like you have some kind of investment in feel good feelings....What's his, or her, name?"

Oh. Otto.

Finn listened with only mild interest as Chance explained, settling himself more comfortably on the couch as he continued to puff away on his cigarette, while wisping tendrils of smoke curled up into the air above him, his face so impassive that he might have actually appeared incredibly bored.

But that was just Finn. When he didn't know how he should react, he didn't react at all.

His half lidded gaze did at least drop to the hand that was held out, taking in the ring on Chance's finger.

How special. At least, however, Chance's news was good for one thing and one thing only.

It conveniently moved the conversation off of He and Ripley.

"As I'm not entirely ******** sure what that implies, I'll let you know right now that I am not interested in being a flower girl, so either thank you for not asking, or just do not ask.."

"What look?" He asked, giving Chance a carefully blank, neutral expression while he reached down for his glass and took a sip of his drink before setting it back down.

"Or." He said, and took another drag. "No." He exhaled.

"Can't you just elope like a normal ******** person. Weddings are just some bullshit excuse to make other people suffer through your personal happiness. I'd rather gouge out my other eye."

Finn snorted, and butted out his cigarette. His glass was raised to his lips, and, once again, downed in a single, long, gulp, as if to silently say that in order to suffer through this conversation further, he was going to have to be really ******** drunk.

"No." He repeated, narrowed eye staring at Chance over the rim of the glass, absolutely sure that the other man's offer wasn't even a joke. "That's a job for somebody like....." He paused, trying to think of any other mutual friends they had besides Finn's husband.

Jack? He had the heels, but the man had been AWOL for so long Finn wasn't actually sure if the man wasn't dead.

"You know what, just no." He finally settled on. "It's best man or I'm not going."

Finn considered that possibility for a moment, though not very deeply.

He shrugged his shoulders. "It was worth a shot. Honestly, he's probably your better bet, anyways. He at least likes both you and your whiny little s**t of a fiance."

Probably shouldn't have downed two glasses of bourbon, his uncaring a*****e side was showing more and more by the second.

Finn shifted in his chair, and set his glass down on the table between the two couches with more force than was necessary, the loud sound of the glass knocking against the polished wood echoing in the space of silence that followed as the moon hunter crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at the man across from him, unblinking.

"Or," He finally countered, "You could just kiss my a**."

That was quickly followed up by. "Feel free to fill my glass up again, first."

Clearly this was still going so very well, but Finn didn't feel like he owed Chance an explanation for why he was behaving this way. This was just Finn after all. This was, really, pretty normal.