( FIN. )
“ gennie … ” his words trail off , but then he remembers : you’re in vegas , fin ! have some fun for a change. “ okay , we can do a shot. just one , okay ? ” eyes watched her carefully before taking it upon himself to get them shots , because he wasn’t going to end up doing multiples because he let her orders them. “ how are you doing , gen , are you okay ? ” he can’t help the deflection , setting the shots down on the table. “ i know we haven’t really gotten then chance to talk lately. ”
— SHE whooped as the usually shy boy finally agreed. it took all of her drunken will not to stand up and race into the dance club while fin was gone but she stayed. when he came back she immediately took the glass he set down on the table. “shots first, deep conversations later,” she stated, downing the shot and scrunching her face before sliding the other one over to fin, “drink and then i’ll answer.”













