to be continued

It had taken a lot of convincing from his friends for Finn to even attend the party, let alone stay. He was looking for any excuse to leave, hardly interested in mingling with his new peers. He'd never been good at socialising anyway, and though he didn't mind a drink or two, he much preferred to do it in the comfort of his own home. Or at a bar. Fed up with the boys' drunken rambling, Finn announced he was getting them all another round, deciding he was far too sober to handle the evening's torture. It took him a while to find something substantial enough, the host's kitchen already a complete mess, but decided things were looking up when he found a full vodka bottle. That was, until, he returned and found his spot had been taken, and by a girl he didn't recognise, nonetheless. For fuck's sake. "That's my seat," Finn announced bluntly, fed up.

“Alrigh’?” Finn joined his best friend on their couch, sliding out the cigarette tucked behind his ear. “You gonna tell me what ya grinnin’ about, then?”