can i lift you up? [finnigan]

[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] EXCUSE ME, can I lift you up... knowing that she hadn't been able to sleep lately, she had ran into rayne and things were running somewhat too smoothly, yet she couldn't get rid of the guilt that lied burried underneathe other intense emotions for quite some time. she took a rather quick shower and fixed her hair till it was dried wearing soft curls dancing on the sides of her shoulders. she picked up her makeup bag from underneathe the bathroom counter and fixed it to look somewhat natural. she made sure her small frame was dried off, before removing herself from the bathroom by walking through its doorway and into her bedroom. her eyes scanned the area and beginning figuring out what she was going to wear while going out to the bar, dance club-ish thing. she pulled out the top drawer from her dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear and slipped them on, and slipped on a pair of black leggings. she walked to her closet and lightly pulled off a white dress. she didn't feel the need to wear a bra tonight since she was slipping a corset around her torso and fasining it. she could feel the pressure around her chest and it would give some difficult-y breathing, though she didn't really feel the need to complain about that, as much as normal human girls would be doing at this time. she walked back to her closet and pulled out a pair of red heels with a coral appearing heel. she walked back over the her dresser with ease and pulled out a pair of ear rings and slipped them over her ears and closed the backing, as well as slipping on a chocker neckless. she left her apartment pretty much unlock, but not really since the door was locked and the key hidden somewhere close. her footsteps seemed to echoed, but that could also be because her senses were sensensitvie sometimes. her hand ran through her blonde locks and her finger twirled around her curls while her mind started wondering over the her best friend, rayne. she cared about him dearly and had also revealed to him about her true feelings over him, and she was just scared that they will rush into things. she liked taking things slow, when it concerned rayne. she didn't want to shock him or herself with too much of a good thing right off the bat. with the fingers on one of her hands wrapped around her cell since she wasn't sure that she wanted to put it in her top just yet, like how some of the female population did with theirs and most of them were will gifted in the breast general area. she pulled up one of her game-ing apps and checked to make sure everything was finished and backed out. it wasn't long before she reached the basement level of the lan enterprise. looking over the dancing crowd and the place reaked of pharamones and alcoholism, yet she couldn't tear herself from the scene. she walked through the crowd weaving around the the hormone filled mortals and immortals. once she arrived at the bar, she leaned against it and ordered herself something to smoothout the feeling over over-used guilt that she had grown accoustomed towards. ...and take you there? Words;; 5 5 1 Clothing;; outfit Lyrics;; hit&run by breathe carolina Tags;; finnigan Notes;; meow.

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[FINNIGAN CLARKE MACLEOD]

Zoe had ditched him. Again. Okay, so she hadn't technically ditched him on purpose, but she had this thing about pretty females and getting their attention – which was something Finn seriously hadn't mastered – and as soon as she got said attention, she usually bailed. Bailed as in, they could be in the middle of their conversation, a girl would make eyes at her, and Zoe would get up to talk to her instead. Finn had gotten 'rain check' after 'rain check' for various things, all because his best friend would rather go bang some hottie's brains out. Actually... he couldn't say he blamed her for that. Zoe was just... good at those things, and he was not. Finn wasn't without skills of his own, of course, but most of those were in the realm of technology, computers, hacking, even playing the harmonica or beatboxing. Finn was a quirky fellow, to be sure, but he liked to think that he had a lot going for him. He was just notoriously picky, and didn't want to settle for some 'flavor of the evening' when he could find a woman who might actually work to be in a relationship with him. Somebody he could love, like his parents loved each other. The 'real deal' and all of that. That was where he and his best friend were different – sometimes, he didn't even know that Zoe believed in the whole 'soul mate' thing, and wasn't sure if she had the patience to even try to seek hers out, if the person existed. No, she was content with her one-night stands and her career as a super spy, and Finn loved her for that. Never change, Zoe. Never change.

[/color] He thought to himself as he stayed at his seat at the bar, even though the empty space next to him could potentially open him up to conversation with a stranger now that Zoe was gone.

It wasn't that he disliked talking to people or anything! He just... the demon got bored really easily, because most people either 1) didn't know what the hell he was talking about ever, 2) didn't understand or like his quirky little jokes and references, 3) thought he was a complete space cadet, or 4) ended up being put off by the fact that he was never, ever the typical guy in a club who was looking for an easy hook-up with no strings like, well, Zoe did. Finn was too much of a gentleman to ever be that guy. He barely did one-night stands, and every time he'd actually gone through with one, it had been under an immense amount of pressure from various friends, or just because he was tired of life making him so lonely all the time. The 'one' just never seemed to land in his lap, no matter how hard he looked, so Finn simply decided to stop looking. Now that the war had started, his job working for the Task Force as a special operations agent was more important than ever, and the fact that he'd done them a huge favor by detonating some of his new weaponry in two warehouses that were collectively used by dark side forces made him all the more valuable. So, he focused on that, and ordered another drink. Nothing alcoholic, at least not yet, because Finn just hated the taste of booze. So he was drinking cranberry juice with Sprite and a twist of lime. Because that was delicious.

A blonde woman made her way to the bar, standing right next to him, and Finn's eyes widened because, well, he was only a male, and he couldn't help but check her out before he forced his eyes straight ahead of him and ran a hand through his messy blonde curls and gulped. She was attractive, but it wasn't like he did the one-night stand thing, even though her... club attire might certainly suggest that she was out looking for something. Finally, he found his words, because he didn't want anyone to have to hover somewhere awkwardly. ”I know the bar's kinda crowded, so if you wanted to sit somewhere, nobody's sitting in that one.” Finn's Scottish accent was heavier when he was nervous, but he gestured to the seat next to him and then took another sip of his drink. ”And I'm not the kind of guy to be a bother to a pretty lady, so you're in no danger here.” Why did he have to tack that on? Oh yeah, because the only thing he hadn't learned from Zoe was how to talk to women.

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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] EXCUSE ME, can I lift you up... She didn't exactly know where her best friend was located at, she wanted to give him some space, after all they had spent decades away from each other; one night wasn't going to hurt on being away from them. Once upon a time ago, she used to be really good at finding one night stands and being able to settle with someone while she had be intoxicated and force her thoughts to think that her best friend, Rayne was homosexual. There was a time were her dating life had turned into a hault when things in the relationship turned into a serious direction; therefore, her committment issues normally got the better of her and she would bail on the relationship with that specific sanificant other. Her fear from committment caused her to flea when she was told that her best friend was in love with him and she lied to him, that was right before leaving the area and keeping her trail covered. Now that she was here and Manuka, she never recieved the pleasure of testing out the waters and wanted to pretty much keep it that way. But why exactly she lead herself right to these tides of having the potential of a male or female form on wanting to pick her up? The answer left her stomped in confusion to the point were she was going to leave it be. And at this point, her subconcious mind had lead her to a new town because information that her best friend had taken residence in it, so apart of her believed about the whole "soul-mate principal" that was true to every creature. When she walked up to the bar and leaned against the bar inbetween a vaccant stool and unknowingly to her a Demon, not that it would matter much to her about that knowledge. Apart of her enjoyed dancing with total strangers, it seemed to work for her when she was a hopeless teenager. She picked up her drink and was fixing to detach herself away from the bar, when she heard a strangers voice, her head turned towards him while her lips were perched on the glass and taking a swig of her drink. It was allowing her time to check out this attractive strangers features, "Well the bar is crowded, and the accent, Scottland?" she replied, while slipping into the recently vaccant seat and allowed herself to make it occupied. In love with her best friend or no, she had a thing for accents and knew that it was a common quality in the female mind and it made her feel less strange about it. She listened to her other comment, and a small giggle escaped her painted lips, "That's too bad." she playfully teased him. She gave him a light wink and took another sip from her drink and observed the area around her parfial vision. She turned her head back towards her and set down her glass, "What's your name, Scottland?" she asked, with a sly smirk and lend against the bar with her side and crossed one leg over the other, not that it would cause her to flash her undergarments - she just happened to carry some class around where ever she ended up in the night. "So, what brings you here?" she asked him, it didn't take much for her to become talkative and enjoying the time of someone else. "Oh, my name is Mari - it isn't short for anything." she replied, lettin gout a soft giggle. One of the reasons why she enjoyed talking to other people was that she was able to let go of the guilt, that was hidden into the chambers of her inner thoughts. She picked up her glass and lifted it up to her lips, taking another sip from the contents of the alcoholic beverage. Her eyes glanced down to his drink and lifted her eyebrow, "What are you drinking?" she asked curiously, while lightly nibbling her bottom lip. She honestly had never met anyone that would sit at a bar and not drink an alcoholic beverage, and she couldn't smell any alcohol on his breathe; it caused her to grow curious over this particular person. ...and take you there? Words;; 7 0 5 Clothing;; outfit Lyrics;; hit&run by breathe carolina Tags;; cj with finnigan Notes;; daww finnigan is adorable.

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[FINNIGAN CLARKE MACLEOD]

When he had offered the empty bar stool next to him, Finn hadn't actually been expected the blond woman to take it. Honestly, he didn't know what he was thinking. While he was decent at holding down a conversation, depending on how intelligent the person was or what the topic of conversation was, he hadn't really been expecting to socialize. His entire reason for even going out to the club at Lan Enterprise that evening had because Zoe had literally dragged him. Okay, it wasn't like he was kicking or screaming, because even though he didn't drink, she usually paid for everything, and now he was picking up his tab, but he had plenty of money – Finn was worth millions, and would only make more money throughout what would be eternity, if he was lucky. For a minute, he had considered leaving because Zoe was gone and since she'd left with a pretty woman, he knew that she wasn't coming back. Finn had even been careful enough to watch her leave out the main entrance, because once he had made the mistake of thinking she was gone and bailing, only to find out later that she'd taken whatever woman she'd found for a 'quickie' in the bathroom, then was looking for him and grumpy to find out that he wasn't there when she emerged. Like he was supposed to know that. Really. Still, he had expected to spend a night out with his best friend, but Zoe was kind of predictable in that whenever they went out, she was trolling the crowd for women and always, always found a target, so he was usually left to his own devices by the end of the night. This time, however, it seemed like he wouldn't be finishing it alone, at least as far as company was concerned because, well, Finn could be something of an awkward, oblivious mess where females were concerned. Or end up being extremely bored and make the woman think he was an asshole because they just weren't interesting enough for him to pretend to care. He was very particular, and made no apologies – Finn was the kind of guy out searching for his true love, so he didn't settle. Even though Zoe was always encouraging him to take a note or two out of her player's handbook.

”Yeah, Scotland. My parents are both natives, and I was raised there – kinda hard not to keep it, y'know?” Finn said with a small chuckle because while it wasn't a hard accent to guess, a lot of people confused Scottish and Irish accents, or just didn't take the time to pay that much attention. The demon took another sip of his drink and was continuously surprised when she kept talking to him, even going as far as to wink at him when he told her that he wasn't a danger to her, meaning that he wasn't going to shamelessly hit on her and make her feel uncomfortable by some pushy guy just looking for a meaningless screw. That was disappointing? Huh. ”Name's Finn, nice to meet you.” He always introduced himself as 'Finn,' because even though his name was pretty classic, it was also old-fashioned and kind of ridiculous, so he'd gone by his nickname for just about as long as he could remember. Which, since he was just about three hundred years old, was a pretty long time.

The blonde was turning out to be rather talkative, and Finn didn't mind because he was kind of terrible at leading conversations, especially when he wasn't prepared for them. Questions, however – he could answer questions. ”That's kinda funny, actually. Well, y'know, funny and tragic depending on how you look at it, but I assure you, happens all the time. Short version is that I came here with my best friend, and she found a lovely young woman to take home for the evening, and left me here to my own devices.” Then, to punctuate his story, Finn gave a little shrug and took a sip of his drink. The blonde, whose name was Mari, introduced herself a minute later, and Finn decided that he could slip in a question of his own. ”What brings you here this evening?” She probably came for the normal reasons that most people went out to nightclubs, which might make him seem a bit foolish, but Finn didn't care. It was a reasonable enough question, and was really just a follow-up to one she'd already asked. Not original, like her asking what he was drinking. Was that a hint that she wanted him to buy her something? Finn was kind of clueless, so he responded, looking at his glass while he spoke, as if that would help him remember.

”Um, it's just cranberry juice and Sprite, but I ask the bartender to put a little lime juice in it, too.” Finn cleared his throat and waved over the bartender, thinking that maybe it would be a nice gesture to buy her a drink. Would that send other signals? Maybe? He really wasn't good at this. And Zoe was nowhere near to help him, so he was flying blind. ”Did you want somethin'? 'Cause I can...” That was the best offer she was gonna get, because he didn't want to seem overly forward or flirtatious. The demon was still feeling out the situation, and time would tell how it all panned out.

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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] EXCUSE ME, can I lift you up... The girl normally didn't do what anyone really expect from her and it tended to bother some of the people that she normally hungged around with while she was in other towns. She wasn't the type of person that just sulked in her seat while drinking alcoholic beverages, she normally left that to the alcoholics to do. A small part of her was hoping that she would run into her best friend, and the other part of her knew that it was better to have space to be able to breathe. Mari didn't really want meaningless sex, and normally looked for some type of connection before sexual desires would be able to take in place. She hopes that she will be able make it home, before she had the chance to get drunk enough to not make it home. Mari tended to not to sleep around with anyone anymore, and normally enjoyed a good flirt escape outlet, but she was a lot more calmer now then she was in her youth. It was also unusual for Miss Mari did not understand why people enjoyed "quickies" for a quick release of extra hormones that tended to compile and roll over into practically every conversation; she wasn't able to enjoy quick sex, and felt like if she was going to have sexual relationships.. she would rather it last for a few hours to all night. She didn't thrive on money or the next best way to get to some form of money source, so she was caught off guard when someone offers her anything. Sometimes she wondered what having another best friend would be like, she knew that she was in desprate need of having another one, so she could talk about things, other than having Rayne to talk to. She listened to his accented voice roll off of his tongue, and she had to admit that she wasn't sure what girl wouldn't be interested in keeping him communicating to them. "Well I find it quite charming." she replied, being honest with him. She wasn't sure about other people, but considering that she had a thing for accents, she was able to pick up from where the particular accent picked up from. She was a little bummed that she was unable to figure out if he was a supernatural creature or something as deliqute as a human, which almost caused her to let out a sigh. There was an underlining respect that she had for this seemingly young man, since he wasn't going to just shag and ditch, her eyes glanced towards him before returning to her drink. She took a sip out of her drink, while she heard him introduced himself as, Finn, "Well it's nice to meet you, too." she replied to him, with a smile. She had no idea just how young she was compared to him, but it's not like age really mattered to her anymore. Apart of her was slightly hoping that she wasn't over-talking to the lad, but some part of her figured that he wasn't exactly at a secondary home as much as the other guys would have been by now. She listen to his comment, "Well at least, I can help keep you company, until you grow bored of the whole dance club, bar scene." she replied, with a small shrug. She didn't mind keeping someone from being bored, and it kept her from going out to the dance floor just to be sexually assulted by todays standards of dancing. She heard his question about what bringing her to the club, her eyes moving back to his, "Well I figured I could use a distration, not much is open at this point during the night, that carried alcoholic beverages." she replied, with a small shrug. She didn't understand the way some girls hinted at things, nor did she realized that she nearly talked the same way, but didn't want the same thing. She listened to his response to her question concerning his drink, she tilted her head and realized that he was at a bar without an alcoholic drink; this was a fasinating thing for her. "That sounds pleasantly interesting." she replied to him, noticing that he waved over the bartender, and it was causing her curiousity to grow. So, it wasn't until she heard him offer to buy her a drink in the most unique way that she had heard in a long time, but it still took her by surprised. "Oh, hmm.. if you want." she replied, with a small blush. She wasn't interested in getting her to buy her things, but she was having a hard time to turn it down, it seemed like he didn't offer very often. ...and take you there? Words;; 7 9 1 Clothing;; outfit Lyrics;; hit&run by breathe carolina Tags;; cj with finnigan Notes;; daww finnigan is adorable.

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[FINNIGAN CLARKE MACLEOD]

Charming? He was charming? Finn blinked twice, and tried not to look awkward when the pretty blonde complimented him. She certainly didn't seem to be intoxicated, which gave him a little bit of confidence, but Finn was pretty good about knowing his strengths and weaknesses. Charm wasn't really one of them, because as far as he knew, he could be a little too talkative and kind of an asshole when it came to people not understanding the 'tech-speak' that he'd basically adopted as a second language. He was a friendly sort of guy, sure, but he also was closed off for good reason. Zoe had mastered the whole 'double identity' thing just fine, but she was a super spy, and he was just their trusty tech assistant. Finn had never wanted to be a spy, though, but he also knew the dangers about letting anyone know what he really did, hence the double life. Lying wasn't one of his fortes, because he hated having to lie to people, but that didn't mean he wasn't good at doing it. Zoe had taught him many things, and subterfuge had taken a lot of work for him to master, but he had mastered it. For the time being, it seemed that this little interaction – whatever it was leading to – was basically harmless, and the woman who was speaking to him seemed nice enough. Also, he was alone so he didn't see any real reason to continue sitting on a bar stool by himself with a drink that wasn't even booze. ”I don't know I'd go as far to say I'm charming, but thanks. Really, thanks.” If he was the blushing sort, he probably would have, but he wasn't, so he didn't.

Now he was resigned to having a conversation, however, and was even feeling just a tad bit lively. Social. So he was kind of a recluse most of the time, but that was usually because he had a zillion work-related things to do, and only got to having a social life when Zoe was in town and dragged him somewhere where people were bound to be gathered in the hundreds to thousands or more. Usually, she'd end up leaving him, too (he wasn't bitter, really), so the socialization ended up landing the ball firmly in his court whenever she left, because he had to fend for himself. He hadn't gotten good at it or anything, but he managed to hold down a conversation well enough, but had also developed a few diversion tactics or ways to get himself out of said conversation if it took a turn down a road that really didn't interest him. Still, Mari seemed to be interesting – younger than him, he'd guess, and probably not human, but there was definitely something there that made him want to talk to her. ”I'm pretty quick about getting bored of all of this, but I'm basically a recluse, so. It's my friend that insists I must go out and speak with people who aren't on the other side of a computer screen.” Finn gave a small chuckle because really, Mari would have no idea how true that statement was, and took a small drink of his beverage. ”I'm happy for the company though, in any event. Maybe we'll get bored of this place together.” It wasn't meant to be an invitation of any kind, and certainly he didn't mean it in that way. He just hoped she got his meaning, and didn't make things awkward.

”A distraction, huh? From what?” Finn asked, his naturally curious side perking up and showcasing its existence in full force. Immediately, he wanted to smack himself in the forehead, and fixed his eyes on her apologetically, wincing slightly before starting to backpedal. ”That's none of my business, though, unless you wanna talk about it. Then, I'll have you know I'm an excellent listener.” He really was, because Zoe liked to talk. Sometimes, he'd even try to give her advice on this or that which was troubling her, but usually she didn't listen, but he still made the occasional attempt. Finn kept hoping that someday, something would stick and calm her down, make her a little more settled, but that was just the romantic in him that hoped for everyone to find 'the real deal.'

When the conversation shifted to what he was drinking, Finn was pleasantly surprised that Mari didn't pick on him for not knocking back booze or shots like a lot of other men did when they came to bars. Really, alcohol was nasty stuff. Awful bitter and just... Finn was not a fan. When he did drink, it was always vodka or something he could hide. ”At least you called it interesting and not childish like some people might've. I'm just one of those who never grew to like the taste of alcohol. Odd for a Scottish boy, isn't it?” The demon shrugged a little, and smiled when she accepted his offer to buy her a drink. Finn tapped the bar and informed the bartender to get her a drink of... ”What was it you were drinking?” Then, he finished ordering for them, getting a refill for himself, and then settled in, feeling surprisingly comfortable, given his situation.

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[MARI ELIZABETH MCENTYRE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] EXCUSE ME, can I lift you up... The blonde was slowly experiencing the effects of alcoholism, but the fact that she was in the supernatural world, she could not become intoxicated like she would be able to be.. if she had continued being a human. There was a tiny problem with that statement, considering that she didn't choose to become what she was now and she has had some time to be able to cope with it. Mari had always had the fasination of learning about new things, but also came with the territory of being homeschooled for most of her life and graduating a small community college, the idea of being too young to think about the future. She was rather close to her biological parents, but she was not able to talk to them when they catch onto the fact that she was unable to see them or when her voice patterns still show signs that she's still twenty four years old in the aging process. She was surely going to hate it when she would have to loose contact with her family, because she was a "timeless" creature. However, she always enjoyed a distraction when it partained an interesting person that tugged on her curiousity. Her hazal orbs tore from the remainder of the alcoholic liquid in her glass, to meet his gaze with a light smile, "Well, that's a bummer that you don't think of yourself the same way. You are welcome." she replied, with a tilt upwards on the corners of her soft lips. She felt like sometimes should could find herself arguing with a brick wall; however, she wasn't crazy enough to actually go through with that. The reason why she tended to be on the talkative side was to fill the silence, that's something that normally drove her mad. Slowly, she was beginning to understand that she could easily be labeled as the more talkative person and that the guy that was sitting beside her was more on the recluse side. She didn't know what it was like to have her best friend constantly leave her side like she wasn't even there. But she had the most out-right confidence that her and her best friend had a whole different form of friendship then he and his best friend, and she was suprisingly okay with that. Mari didn't enjoy the fact that sometimes she tended to loose interest n someone when the conversation peaked and nothing else was to be said, and that was normally when she could no longer allow herself to be accompanying them. But luckily for her, she was continuingly to find the young man quite interesting and refreshing. She listened to his response to her, and gave him a small nod, "Alright, I won't take offense when you decided that it'd be best that you leave this type of atomosphere." she replied to him, with a gentle smile. And she was being honest, she was able to allow certain things to wash over her shoulders, but that could also be considered that she was already filled with a great amount of guilt already. She heard his comment and gave him a soft nod, "Well that is certainly a possiblity." she responded with ease, and didn't really read a whole lot into it like she normally would be doing; she felt like it would be a whole night stroll before disbatching into their respectable homes. She heard his response, and she let out a soft breathe, her eyes went back to her empty drink that was once filled with alcoholic substances, "My best friend has the every right to hate me, and it's taken me a very long time to track him time." she finally responded, after his second comment. She honestly didn't know how to find the words to talk about things, this is normally where she lacked. She had poor communication skills when it came to feelings, which is partically to reason why she was so scared of commitment and everything that it brought. And when the conversation shifted to his drink, and she found it the out-most entertaining thing that the man refused the taste of alcohol in his own choosing. She had been able to throw back alcohol when she was a very young teenager, so she was comfortable with the "bitter" taste that accompanied the affects of it. She listened to his response and let out a giggle, "It is an ironic twist, but that's what makes it interesting. You break the mold, be proud of that." she replied. A smile spread across her lips when she heard his question about what she was drinking, "Oh, i'll have vodka." she answered. When a glass with the drink of her choosing was placed infront of her, she flashed a smile of thanks towards the bartender and turned her attention back to Finn, "Thank you." she commented, and picked up the glass and taking a sip of it's contents. ...and take you there? Words;; a l o t Clothing;; outfit Lyrics;; hit&run by breathe carolina Tags;; cj with finnigan Notes;; daww finnigan is adorable.

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[FINNIGAN CLARKE MACLEOD]

It wasn't that he had self-confidence issues or anything. Not exactly, at least. Finn was just extremely focused in his interests, his job, and his limited circle of friends that he didn't really see himself as someone who would extend his inner sanctum, so to speak. Finn considered himself fortunate to have a solid relationship with his parents, even if they did live all the way back in Scotland, and even though Zoe traveled a lot, when he saw her, there was always some kind of outlet for him to explore. Even if she did end up bailing on him for a pretty girl nine times out of ten – but he was used to that, and he didn't even resent her for doing it. Not anymore, at least. He used to wonder what was wrong with him if some lovely lady was always able to capture the attention of his best friend, but as he got older, he realized exactly what it was. Sex. That was the reason, and it made a lot of sense because he enjoyed it. Granted, Finn was also different than Zoe in the fact that he wasn't a fan of casual sex with strangers, and even though he had engaged in a few one-night stands (literally, a few), it just wasn't his idea of a good time. The demon preferred commitment. True love. Passion. A connection that two people who had only known each other for a few minutes under the guise of a drunken, alcohol-fueled dancing grope fest just couldn't sustain.

Mari seemed to be complimentary and interesting enough that he was starting to finally be less awkward about carrying on a conversation with her. Especially because some of his quirks didn't seem to bother her. The demon found that he even gave her an outlet to join him – if they continued to get along – when he decided to ditch the club scene, which was a definite possibility, since he wasn't really a fan of those sorts of places. His idea of a good time was being curled up on his couch with his computers or his video games, watching an old classic movie or doing something job-related to blow off steam. When he went out, it was usually to dine alone at some restaurant with overpriced, decadent food because Finn had an appetite like most people wouldn't believe. ”It wouldn't be because of you or anything. The leaving. You seem... you seem really nice, actually.”

'Actually.' Finn winced a little, because he hadn't meant to imply that he wasn't expecting her to be nice. Really, he just didn't form opinions of people until a little later on, and while he wasn't the best judge of character all the time, he found that his training as a spy and working as an undercover part of a secret agency helped him to get a good sense of whether or not he could trust someone, or if they might be dangerous to him or his work down the road. He hated having to lie to people whenever they originally interacted, if the subject of his career came up, but it was a necessary evil, and despite his hatred for lying, he had gotten good at it. The avoidance of talking about himself – since he couldn't always tell the truth - led him to take an interest in others' lives. Their problems, even, because he was such a good listener. So, he gave Mari the space to talk about whatever was troubling her, and gave her an open ear and a reassuring smile. ”Of course, I don't claim to know the whole story, but I know enough about long-term friendships to know that if he, whoever he is, is your best friend... he could never hate you.” Finn shrugged a little, because of course he had made mistakes in his past. Minor ones, mostly, but Zoe had always been the first to forgive him, and sometimes the first one to set him straight in that 'tough love' kind of way, but she never hated him for anything he did. ”If you don't mind my asking, what did you do? And you said you tracked him down? You two have been separated, then?” The demon blushed a little bit, just because he wasn't meaning to pry with his questions, but once he got into 'advice-giver' mode, he tended to get a little curious, and genuinely wanted to help.

Since the conversation was starting to get a little heavy, Finn thought that ordering drinks for her, at least, might be a good idea. Him, he was good with his fruit/soda concoction, but signaled for the bartender to come over and address the two of them. ”You like it straight up? That's pretty hard core.” Then, the demon paid and tipped the bartender before he went back to his station to make Mari her drink. ”Maybe it helps with the difficult stuff that we can't deal with alone, or is that just a theory that people spout off to rationalize getting trashed?” When he said bold things, he never meant to be offensive, but Finn always spoke his mind, and gave space to his internal questions, even if they could be... insensitive. It was just the way he was, and he'd probably end up apologizing for it later, but for now, it was another curiosity that needed to be sated.

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