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The party was in a lavish penthouse overlooking the Manhattan skyline, filled with muted laughter and soft golden light that glinted enticingly off both decor and guests alike. Fin and Fini, dressed tidily in crisp white shirts and black bow ties have been given the task of circulating the rooms, delivering trays of refreshments and picking up glasses and napkins. The other job they've been given is to locate a runic weapon that bears an odd yellow cast rather than the typical Deus blue.

He had no complaints to give on the choice of apparel. Well, not many complaints, at least. If he had to say something, it was that the crisp white shirt didn't quite fit right, feeling too loose in the armpit area and too tight around the wrists. It screamed of cheap manufacturing, and Finn positively hated it the moment he put it on.

But he was still more then capable of smiling for the camera, or in this case, the guests that milled about the Manhattan penthouse. He and Fini both had managed to blend themselves in to the waiting staff without a hitch, and while Fini was going about the route of serving the guests (and hopefully keeping an eye out for anything suspicious), Finn knew he would be better off pretending to be busy elsewhere, the temptation to purposefully spill a drink on some of the party goers likely to be too strong for him to pass up on if any gave him a hard time or a condescending look.

But it would almost be impossible to just wander around the room without at least looking like he was doing his job. Grabbing a tray, and giving his usual cold eyed smile to anybody who glanced his way (though avoiding those that opened their mouths as though they were about to ask him to fetch them a drink), he made his way around the room, keeping to the outside to start with, while picking up empty glasses for now, keeping one eye, his only one, moving around, searching for the yellow glow they had been told the runic weapon might possess. Meanwhile, he kept an ear out for any conversations that might be worth listening in on.

Nothing so far struck him as unusual or interesting, though one couple he leaned past were talking about some sort of championship of some kind, a topic he barely gave a passing interest in before he was on the move again.

At some point, he noticed Fini in the crowd, met her eye, smirked, and gave just the slightest shake of his head.

Nothing yet.

He managed to catch her eye before going back to work picking up glasses. His tray now full, he headed back towards the edge of the room to make his way towards the kitchen to drop off his empties, ready to get out there and make another round, this time hopefully with some better results.

There were a few times on his way back to the kitchens that he stopped and lingered just a few seconds around groups that were talking, busying himself by adjusting the cloth napkin on his arm, but all he really managed to hear was more about some championship thing that he really had no interest in at all.

Glasses dropped off, Finn was back on the prowl for something that might give him an idea of where the runic weapon was being kept. Before he got back out there, he swept the room with his gaze, giving himself a moment to decide where to start.

"Hey you! You weren't hired to just stand around lookin' pretty. Get back to work!" A shout from behind him, but to Finn's credit, he didn't even cringe. Instead, he cast the man behind him a sardonic smile before hefting his tray and heading back out.

He had caught sight of somebody that he could have sworn he'd seen before. A familiar face that he was sure he could have placed as somebody from the island. It might have just been coincidence, but in this case, he followed his gut instinct, approaching her with one of his most charming smiles, that hopefully even an eye patch couldn't mar for him. Leaning closer to her, he reached for her glass, whether or not she was finished with it.

"Need another drink, darling?" He asked, with a tone of voice that probably came off more like he was a member of the party looking to get lucky at the end of the night then a professional server of any kind.

Fini took the time to wash the tray off before setting it out to dry and grabbing a new one. She avoided drinks this trip, taking some of the appetizers and small refreshments to taste. She gave little flirtatious looks to those she offered something off her tray to, always keeping a look out for anything that might be what they were looking for. So far, they'd not found a damn thing.

Or... maybe she had spoken too soon? She caught sight of Finn moving towards someone, and kept him in her sights while he checked it out. She didn't make any movements towards him, continuing to serve the guests. Though when someone just seemed to appear behind Finn - not even she had seen where he'd come from - Fini felt her muscles tense up.

Play it cool. Do your job.

Exhaling slowly, the trainee offered a table choice selections from her tray. She managed to give almost everything away at that single table, tossing sweet smiles and flirty looks until she had slowly made her way close enough to brush by Finn. A small touch, just to make sure everything was still good. And then Fini was off, heading towards another room. It was strange, she realized after passing him, that the tension seemed to have lightened so much.

Well, it had for a moment. Until some drunk crashed into her. No matter how hard she tried to avoid the drunk. It just wasn't to be. His drink splashed all up and down her shirt and oh look, this was exactly why she hated white shirts!

"Are you alright, sir?" She asked with a heavy sigh. That turned into a tight inhale as he got in her face. Oh hell no. "Sir," she tried to step back, only to have him advance. "Sir you are going to have to back off."

He wobbled, and she stepped back with that look of someone who feared the guy might fall on top of her. But he came closer anyways. And then her hackles were raised and Fini was seriously contemplating if she got paid enough for this s**t (a rhetorical question, obviously). She was also contemplating the intelligence of knocking the guy out with her tray.

"My sincerest apologies, sir. They left my leash at home." The last was mostly uttered under her breath. And there was no ******** way she was getting down and begging. Not unless hell froze over.

"Sir, I'm pretty sure we're all doing our job just fine, seeing as you're quite enjoying our choice selections of alcohol." Fini attempted to put a little space between them again. "Perhaps you'd like me to fetch you some more? Or a pitcher of water?"

She was really tired of having pissy guests yell in her face. And there was no trying to offer this one a sweet smile anymore. Fini made no effort to hide that she was getting annoyed. Nor did she hide the fact she totally pulled the tray up between them, as a sort of 'barrier'. She gave him a look. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to sit down." Or fall down. She was okay with that too. Whichever happened first. Preferably before she wound up using that tray for more than a shield.

He could not shake the feeling that he knew the woman from somewhere, had seen her before, and felt the need to say something to ask her as much. He didn't get a chance to do this, the glass taken from his hand quite deftly, leaving him bewildered, and then tense as the man who had procured it from Finn's grip came into view. He didn't know the man, and for some reason could barely make himself look at him. There was nothing significant about the man, no features that Finn could even pinpoint as being discerning in any way. He was simply a man, telling his woman what to do, and before Finn knew what was happening, they were both gone.

Relief swept through him, surprising, as he realized that he had felt like he'd been in extreme danger only moments before. But why? There had been no reason to believe that man knew what he was there for, and the woman had not even a spark of recognition in her eyes when she looked at him. Clearly, this was not the time to jump to any conclusions that his cover had been blown.

Still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling, even as he turned away, momentarily thrown off of his game, standing still when he should have instead been going about his business, doing his duty, acting as a waiter for this event while also searching for the location of the runic weapon.

A commotion caught his attention, and held it when he realized that it centered around Fini. His hands clutched into fists at his sides, and his eye narrowed. He began to make his way over, ready to punch the drunken a*****e in his stupid, loud, disgusting mouth, when he stopped, and realized what he was doing.

And also realized that he was being watched.

Oh yes, he could feel those eyes burning on him before he even turned and caught a glimpse. A suspicious gaze, or maybe just one of a man ready to intervene should more trouble go down. Either way, Finn reminded himself that now wasn't the time, Fini could and would just have to take care of herself.

He couldn't even afford to pass her a glance as he pretended to be busy gathering up used napkins to take back to the kitchen with him to dispose of.