Perhaps hanging out in the place you worked wasn’t the best idea if you were trying to have a quiet night - especially given what Finn’s job was. He was practically there to draw attention after-all. He was stood up at the bar, half leaning over it with a gin and tonic clasped between his hands when he noticed the eyes of the man on him.

“I’m not working right now,” he said with a smile, “But you can still come over - I don’t ever bite unless asked too.” 

Lucky was pretty beat after his shift, having dealt with some particularly massive Mastiffs. His muscles ached as he shuffles to the bar, just looking to take the edge off. Dazed, his thousand yard gaze seemed to settle on someone who worked there. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring.” A slight red hue burns into his cheeks, and he has to avert his gaze. “Just-... had a really shit day, honestly.”