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Booze. The magic word. Well, one of them at least.

Well, it wasn't like he was busy at the moment.



Short and to the point, the phone was pocketed, and Finn grabbed his jacket to throw on as he made his way through the door and down the hall towards the lounge.

It wasn't far, but in the time it took him to get there, he already had a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

It wasn't until he got to the common area that Finn realized just how very long it had been since he'd actually spoken to Chance in person. Strange, considering they'd seemed like fairly good friends at one point, but he put it down to just being too busy with work, and other things.

Other things being his adjustment to marital bliss, if that was what it was.

"Ya, I guess it has been." He said, from around his cigarette, and, taking a long inhale, he removed it from his mouth with two fingers, flicking the ash on the floor before considering that it might be prudent to search for an ashtray.

He exhaled as he glanced around for one, and moved towards the coffee machine where he spied one tucked in beside it.

"So, to what do I owe the honor of your divine ******** company?" He asked, while plucking it up and moving to sit down in the couch across from the other man. "And where's the alcohol?"

Asking the important questions.

Finn frowned, and took another long drag of his cigarette, exhaling and looking down at the ashtray as he butted the smoke out as he spoke. "Actually, it's Finn Crowell." He admitted, and if it were at all possible, the moon hunter might have even sounded a teensy bit sheepish. Not for the part where he had obviously gone and committed himself solely to one person, but for...well, not actually telling anybody about it until now.

It had been months.

He moved on as if it were nothing, looking up and honing in on the bottle of bourbon.

"Ya sure, that's why you let me give it to you from behind, right? So you wouldn't have to look at my ugly face?" Gruff and crude as always, he held out his hand for the bottle, and smirked.

Finn graced Chance with the absolute flattest stare he could muster, not at all amused by his reaction.

"Ya. I am." He said, not bothering to elaborate on it more than that. He knew perfectly well that the other hunter knew who's last name that belonged to, but when Chance decided to push it just a little further.....

Finn made a snatch for the bottle that was being teased in front of him.

"I don't know, maybe you kept an alphabetized list of everyone you've ever ******** on the island? Should have come just after Connor."

Now, for more important matters. "Are we just drinking this out of the bottle like ******** savages?"

"You can't believe that I went there? Do you even ******** know me?" He narrowed eyes further as the bottle was swiped away before he could get it.

Damn.

Luckily, however, his "patience" (aka anything but patience) was rewarded when two glasses were set on the coffee table, and the bottle placed in his own hand. He didn't even hesitate to unscrew the lid to fill both glasses up to the brim.

"Yep. Some poor a*****e really hated themselves enough to marry me. Damn foolish ********." He smiled, and it was wolfish, his gaze as cold as ever as he raised his glass.

"Cheers to me?"