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Oct 2, 2017 11:20:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2017 11:20:40 GMT -7
Finley was not usually the kind of person to go to clubs, but since Indigo had been so important to Desirae back in the day he came around every once in a while. Plus, a lot of his crowd worked and played around here, since it was their hideout for so long, and it was nice to see familiar faces.
Still, he hadn't danced since Desirae died. He didn't dance with anyone other than Desi, really, so why would he dance now? She brought out sides of him that he didn't know he had, and he missed those sides. Fun loving, laughing, dancing, drinking. Those were just a small list of the things his dead best friend could convince him to do. Now he had lost her, and his desire to participate here at Club Indigo.
The bartender recognized him, of course, as he took a stool and ordered. Then, his eye turned toward the blue haired person beside him. "Nice color," he complimented with a nod, then turned back toward the bartender.
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Oct 3, 2017 5:26:15 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 5:26:15 GMT -7
He noticed her taking notice of him and turned back to look at her when she asked if that was the best line England had to offer. As an Irishman he was going to make some snarky comment about England but they were technically in England so that was fair. He didn't answer her yet, letting her assess him with a neutral expression on his face. When she got to 'brooding', though, he chuckled, a very small smile breaking in. His own drink was placed in front of him and he lifted it to his lips right away, taking a sip as she asked for his name.
"Finley," he answered shortly. "And I'm assuming you're the best America has to offer?" he said in jest, but his tone wasn't incredibly light. He was very rarely a joker, so his body hadn't the muscle memory to make that clear.
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Oct 7, 2017 18:53:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 18:53:43 GMT -7
He smirked as she said she didn't realize she had to fight for a good banter here in England. "We take pride in our wit, and don't just hand it out to any undeserving soul," he answered. She said hello, giving her name and he nodded. She said she could smile less and his own smile lessened at that. She had a good point. He was here to brood, not to have a good time.
Though, that wasn't the worst idea in the world. There was nothing wrong with having friends. He could use some...
She asked what brought people to the club and he shrugged, "mostly for the privacy. From prying family members and things like that," he guessed. "The best thing about it is that all kinds of people come here, but they all kind of... disappear into one entity," he looked back at his drink, "everyone is equal."
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Oct 15, 2017 18:27:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2017 18:27:51 GMT -7
The girl ordered for drinks for him, and Finley nodded appreciatively, though he was always suspicious about people being kind... But then she went on to call him out, asking why here instead of another place that would give the same vibe. He smirked, shaking his head and sitting up a little. "Well, perhaps there is more than meets the eye. But the show is the best part," he nodded toward the dance floor, "and so is the mystery." His mind flashed back to Desirae on that dance floor, getting a few drinks into him and convincing him to dance with her.
He blinked, his eyes finding hers again. "The mystery is the while point. Plus, it would take a lot more than alcohol for me to share what's behind the curtain," he semi-challenged. He would be lucky, and sad, if he somehow had stumbled on someone who could actually be interested in Elaines plan... But he also didn't want to recruit more people to her cause.
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Oct 22, 2017 16:38:22 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 16:38:22 GMT -7
Fin simply watched as the girl wrote a note and tried not to all out laugh at that. The bartender knew of what Fin was speaking, but he supposed it was kind of cute the way she tried to be secretive about it.
The note was slid toward him and Finley picked up the pen, reading the note. He smirked at it and wrote back, sliding the note back over. 'Perhaps, but I think this side of the curtain is much more charming. You should try to enjoy it.'
Smoke and mirrors was all good fun, but he preferred to be outright. Still, he had to do a lot more digging before Elaine would be okay with him revealing secrets.
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Oct 31, 2017 18:20:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 18:20:04 GMT -7
She put the paper and pen in her pocket and he grimaced a little. He had liked writing things down. It was a much easier way to communicate. No inflection getting in the way. She said she was too cynical, giving her last name and he raised an eyebrow. Was he supposed to feel something about that last name? He knew it, sure, but it didn't mean anything to him.
Rarely anything did.
She started to speak again, asking who she was. He felt a sick tug in his stomach. "She was something," he agreed. Was. She was something. Now, she was dead. Trixie went on, saying she needed some air before heading back to her apartment, offering for him to join. Her comment about the drunk brooding making him fat actually made him chuckle and he shook his head.
He looked up when she spoke. "Yeah. Let's do it," he climbed off his own bar stool, smiling at her. "You always this friendly?"
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