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 Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 11:14 pm
Chel had some explaining and apologizing to do. She had essentially indirectly insulted the majority of her friends, meaning there was a lot of make up that needed to happen. Or a lot of something anyways.Quote: Text to Cyclops: i hav beer let me n
At least she knew the real way to Finn's heart: drowning your problems in alcohol.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 11:47 am
The door opened, though not because of the promise of beer. He stared at Chel with a narrowed eye. "I want to assume that you're back to normal now. I want to, but if you were, you'd remember that I don't like shitty a** beer." Still, he stepped to the side and held the door open for her. "Either way, it will have to ******** do, I guess."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 11:52 am
"You may not like it but I'm a baller on a ********' budget so yer gonna have t'get drunk the old fashioned way asswipe," she hissed back, which was pretty much the indicator that yes, she was back to normal. "And if you don't want it, more for me."
She stepped in under his arm, but kept the case close to her chest just in case Finn decided to nab it and shove her back out the door. She really wouldn't put it past him.
"You look like s**t," she told him as she marched into the room, looking around for a place to set it down. "So nothin' new?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2015 10:06 pm
"Well ********, you are back." He responded, his tone as dry as ever. He noticed that when she entered, she held the beer close. Smart, he thought, though he would never say as much out loud. "Ya, and yet I still look ******** better than you." He closed the door once she was inside, and gestured towards the small table to one side of the room, two chairs sitting on either side of it. "Are you asking me if something new is going on or are you telling me that me looking like s**t is nothing new?" He asked, just to clarify, while moving to seat himself in one of the aforementioned chairs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:32 pm
"You ever consider it could be both?" she asked him, setting the case down on the table. She took one bottle for herself before sitting down and propping her feet up like she owned the place.
From one of her many pockets she procured a keyring that had a bottle opener on it. She didn't need Finn's invitation to enjoy herself, clearly. "You can answer the question or we can sit here starin' at each other all bug-eyed." She opened her eyes a bit wider and blinked a few times humorously to make her point. "Either way I sat my a** down so I'm not gettin' up for a while."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 8:46 am
Finn eyed the feet on his table with a flicker of distaste, before reaching for the case of beer himself and pulling a bottle out of his own. He looked it over, before sighing and holding a hand out towards Chel and her bottle opener. He pointedly ignored her wide eyes. What was new? Well, one thing certainly came to mind. "I'm not seeing Ripley anymore." for now, at least, and quite possibly never again. "s**t got weird and I decided to end it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 9:22 am
Chel handed the bottle opener over and took a sip from her bottle, expecting a fond get together with a lot of cursing and both parties leaving pleasantly closer.
But no, Finn had to go and make things serious.
"s**t what?" she said, not quite upset yet, but curious. "Weird like he pulled out a blow up doll for bed orrr ... ?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 9:53 am
Finn opened the bottle, took a swig, and made a face before setting the bottle down on the table. As usual, he didn't really want to get into details, not even with somebody he considered a close friend. "No, like he changed and I didn't like it so I called it off. It's not a big deal." He shrugged, completely downplaying his feelings on the matter while picking up the bottle lid to flip between his thumb and first two fingers. "I'm assuming you and Jack are ok now that you're all...." He gestured, "... You, again?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 10:21 am
Ouch, that bad?
Chel didn't say anything about it. She knew the front Finn was putting on all too well (Nevada certainly came to mind), so she let him be right and had it not be a big deal. She could let him tell her as he needed.
"We were fine before too," she told him, appreciative that Finn didn't say "you're back" like many people had, but simultaneously annoyed that he thought it would get in between them. "He's happy though yeah. I showed him the house yesterday- thanks fer the shields help and s**t by the way." Gratitude where gratitude was due.
She frowned at herself for sounding like some kind of middle-aged housewife. "Sounds like the beer was a good call." They both needed a drink.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 11:57 am
"Oh, were you?" He asked, blandly, deciding to try another drink of the beer. It was alcoholic, he could force it down, if he had to. "All sunshine and rainbows and happiness ok or just, dealing with it, ok?" Finn knew what the dealing with it ok felt like. He'd experienced it for months before he couldn't do it anymore. "Well, good on you both for sticking it out, either way." She talked about the house, and Finn nodded, taking another swig. He wasn't too bothered by hearing about how her relationship with Jack was succeeding when his own with Ripley had failed. It stung a little, sure, but only if he focused on it too much, only if he let it. "What was it like, getting it all back?" He asked, abruptly, "Is there any part of you that misses not having a connection to anyone?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 10:02 pm
"So many rainbows it could give a gay bar a run for its money Finnigan," she told him seriously, nursing her drink lazily. "C'mon, you ever known Jack t'fake bein' happy? S'just either bitchface or slightly nicer bitchface."
She watched him as he asked the question, unusually focused in it's investigation. She knew that expression, the same one Jack wore when he wanted- needed details to make sense of something.
Chel, however, was as lackadaisical as always. "Getting it back was ... eh. Heavy." Her fingers curled in the shirt material around her chest. "A lot of emotions at once, lotta s**t piled high at once." She didn't disclose what she had done with all of those emotions. Not another thing for Finn to add to his blackmail list.
(Though really, after the failed one night stand, he had all the evidence he needed).
"What you mean?" she asked about the second part, not really understanding what he was getting at. It was clear by her loose lips (and getting looser still with each sip) that she would give up whatever he needed to hear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 6:54 pm
Finn couldn't really wrap his head around "rainbows" and "Jack" used together so he just took another drink, determined to choke down as much as he could so that, eventually, he'd become buzzed enough that the taste would be bearable. He nodded at her brief summary. It was as much as he expected, and it helped lend to his second question, so he borrowed from it a little in order to explain what he meant, since she was either feigning a lack of understanding or really just didn't comprehend what he was trying to say. "I mean, is there any part of you that doesn't want the emotions, or the high piles of s**t? Is there any part of you, however small, that misses not loving anybody, Chel?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 7:06 pm
"Slow down doctor Phil," she said with a snort, and she would've shoved his face had it been close enough.
His question was a legitimate one. She blew out a long breath of air. "Probably," she admitted in the vague way she always did. "S'heavy for a reason, y'know. But-" She looked at him in an uncharacteristically serious way. "-Knowin' someone's upset because you can't remember them ... That's a lot worse. Like ... still havin' all your problems, but no one's in yer cheerin' section ..." She rubbed a finger under her nose. Finn had seen her like that once before, it wasn't a feeling she liked revisiting but felt private enough to share it. "I'll take a few shitty memories over that."
This was about Ripley, wasn't it?
She broke into a crooked grin and leaned across the table. "You just wanna know f'you still got a chance with my forgettin' that booty call don't you." She shook her head theatrically; jokes over seriousness. "Finn, Finn, Finn."
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