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The walk (stumble) back to his room proved to be an arduous one, the unfamiliar higher than usual heels on his boots catching inconveniently on rough terrain (though even on level ground he would swear that there were holes and lumps everywhere). He was feeling more than a little dizzy, his vision lacking focus, requiring a bit more blinking than usual. Water was needed, or maybe coffee and some food or something. He'd had too much to drink too quickly on a practically empty stomach, and while it had been intentional, he was now more than a little inconvenienced by his own poor judgement.

He wasn't sure why he had told Jack fifteen minutes. He hoped the other man was smart enough to see that it was going to take him longer than that.

He did make it back to his room eventually, a bottle of water and a package of crackers in hand. He threw each on his bed while he worked at getting his boots off, and then went to sit down, scooting up against the wall and tilting his head back while closing his eye.

Finn was drunk, but even so it was hard for him to let go or lose the rigidity of control he kept over letting his true emotions and feelings show. It was why, when he drank, he usually stopped after having just enough to give him a pleasant buzz, just enough to take the edge off and give him that small bit of warm comfort he was often sorely lacking. He didn't like being flat out drunk, didn't like the dizziness, didn't like the losing the power to restrict himself, but unfortunately, he had forgotten how much he hated it until it was actually happening.

He eventually made a grab for the bottle of water, opening it up to guzzle it's contents, though some of it just ended up running down his face and his chest. Next came the crackers, which he munched on slowly while willing his head to come into focus before Jack arrived.

Too late, there came a knock on the door, and the sing song voice of his too tall friend filtering through the cracks. He couldn't help but scoff a laugh, before calling out. "Yes," While scooting to the edge of his bed and pushing himself, a bit wobbly, to his feet.

For a moment, though, he considered telling Jack the plan was off. He was going to just stay in for the night, maybe play some video games and then go to bed, alone. God knew Ripley probably deserved a break from him and his antics, and Chance was probably just as sick of him.

A moment to decide. Stay in and slowly sober up or go out, let go, and risk making a fool of himself? It was too hard to think. Easier to just do.

He crossed the room (easier now with no boots on at least) and threw the door open. "Fee, fie, fo, fum. A drunk loser at my door is really...dumb. Or something. What the ******** ever."

Nobody said he was clever when he could barely utilize his brain. "Come in. Want a top up?" He smiled, and for once it was just that bit warmer than usual, his capacity for keeping a cold expression much lower at the present moment.

Finn reached up and pushed at Jack's big stupid face with his hand, or at least would have, but he completely missed and might have just grazed his neck with his fingers instead. "Glad to see you're embracing your nickname finally." He muttered, but then grinned as he turned around to head towards his dresser, where the assortment of alcohol (really only three half full bottles) were displayed.

"Miss California." He laughed, tilting his head back a little, "Where the ******** my crown?" He snatched for the bottle of whiskey and unscrewed the lid, looking at it for a moment, debating, and finally taking a quick swig of it's contents before turning around.

"Hrrrmmmm ya, I guess that's okay I mean if I had to pick I guess I'd be more like a Horny Viper." Or was that horned? Oh well. Finn leered when he said it, and then reached out to pour some whiskey in Jack's shoe goddess mug, incredibly precise and not spilling a single drop despite his condition.

His eye lingered on the cup for a moment, and he frowned as if trying to remember something. "Ho s**t that's right. Gotta give you your other present."

And then, because he obviously couldn't help himself. "Drop your pants. Gonna give you the best birthday blow job you ever had."

There was no way, after all of their time spent together, that Finn couldn't have known how Jack would react to the offer. In fact, the other mans recoil and behaviour was more than the moon intermediate could have hoped for, and he let out a long peal of laughter, even slapping at his leg as he cackled and took several staggering steps backwards towards the dresser.

"Well, I am the horny viper, remember? Sex and biting is what I do~" He continued to cackle even as he reached behind him and opened up the top drawer, rummaging around for a few moments before coming out with a gift wrapped package.

"Seriously man, if I wanted d**k right now wouldn't waste effort on an impossible target." And more than that, even if Jack were the type to consider it or even (gasp) be willing, Finn probably wouldn't touch him. There had never actually been any serious attraction, despite how often Finn felt the need to flirt or joke about it.

He held out the package, while continuing to smile. "Come on. I promise it's not something that's going to explode in your face....or a d***o....or both."

Finn let the gross homos comment slide, even if he wasn't technically strictly gay. It seemed that, more and more often lately, he was passing up opportunities to be with women in favor of being with men anyways, because women were stupid bitches who were over emotional and dramatic, while so far men had been nothing but understanding and accommodating to his needs.

Instead he gave Jack what was a very innocent looking expression, with raised brows and a wide eye that blinked a few times. "Would I do something like that?" He asked, sounding all the world like there was no way he would be so crude

When in truth it was exactly something he would do.

However, when Jack got around to opening the gift, what he would find inside was a pair of very expensive sunglasses, which the purchase of left Finn riding very low on cash (not that he had much to spend money on anyways besides clothes and cigarettes).

The "O" on the side was interchangeable, with several different colors included in small packages within the box. Currently, it had been set with the color green.

"They're prescription." Waving his hand like it was no big deal to have gone out of his way to get that information via medical records. "And if that's only temporary and your eyes happen to recover well, can always get new lenses put in." He shrugged his shoulders. "Happy Birthday."

Finn wasn't exactly used to having appreciation expressed towards him, but it was all taken with a slight smirk, a chuckle, and a pat to the other mans shoulder once his own were caught, his head ducking to the side to avoid cheek touching.

"Just half of it." He said, in regards to his face, "Actually really closer to only a third." He regarded the other man for a moment, his face beginning to feel slightly flushed at the sudden barrage of compliments and good humor that Jack was currently exuding, again, something that Finn wasn't normally so well accustomed to from his friend.

And oh wait what was this? A guitar? Finn's face split into a grin. "A guitar you say? Well now I must have been a very good boy if you're getting me that for my birthday. Or you're just trying to ensure I never touch yours again." He snickered.

"Alright, alright. Enough." He waved the other man off, backing up a step, and then another as he decided it was probably time to put the whiskey down. "We're gonna get this party started, but first, did you bring any candy?"

"Nice guy my left a** cheek." Finn laughed, digging out his pack of cigarettes and lighting up since they didn't appear to be leaving right that second anyways and the more he drank, the more he wanted to smoke. Held out the pack towards Jack in offer, but if the other man didn't take one, he'd shrug and quickly pocket it again. "But thanks, I appreciate it." He spoke around the cigarette that dangled from his lips. "Sure Ripples will too. He loves to hear me sing and play."

That was a dirty filthy lie, as far as Finn knew.

"And yes, ********, you were supposed to bring some, remember? Chance texted me and was all like "hey bring candy" or something, and Ripley can't have alcohol so candy for him too."

"I'm going to get changed." Finn said, rather abruptly. "I got this sweet a** nurses uniform and eyepatch that also goes with the Elle Driver costume and it would be way better to wear to the infirmary." But first, another long drag off of his cigarette, before he began unbuttoning his black jacket and the white blouse beneath.

"Show Abbi what a real hot ******** nurse looks like. Stupid little cow with her terrible little attitude." But was that a note of fondness in his voice? Nah, couldn't be.

He was unbuttoning the cuffs before he took another drag of his cigarette, moving towards his closet. "Need some bottled water too if you've got any." Finn thought he really should invest in a little fridge at some point.

As he began to strip, he considered Jack's question for a moment. "Not really sure I got the whole story, but basically Ripples and Hot a**--I mean, Chance, had Haunted House duty together. Some b***h horseman, that same one that hospitalized Fini once and Ripley again, attacked them both. She targeted Ripley, mainly, who kept telling Chance to leave even though the a*****e should've just gotten out of there himself." Shirt and jacket off, another puff taken.

"She turned into a lion, tore into him with claws and teeth, then turned back into whatever the ******** she normally looks like and stabbed him straight through the abdomen."