#finn starter

Finn laughed as he watched his dog launch himself off the small waiting area with an awning to avoid direct sunlight. He had been standing outside, waiting for his boyfriend to come over, having a little cigarette break. Of course when Colby saw the familiar man, he pulled the leash right out of Finn’s hand to greet him. “Shit, sorry.” He laughed, tossing his cigarette butt in the ash tray provide by the apartment complex. He followed after his pup, grabbing the leash. “Down, CJ.” He scolded the pup, who barked in excitement. “Guess we are both a little excited to see ya.”

"Per bottle or per serving? Cuz there's 150 calories per serving, but about... 3 and a half serving per bottle." A simple question of well how many calories can possibly be in a bottle of dr. pepper had triggered a response Finn thought he had gotten rid of in therapy. "I mean... it doesnt really matter, a lot of it gets cooked out." He then reasons, mixing his pulled pork that he had just added the last of the bottle of soda to. He did half before it started cooking, and half after it began to pull apart.

"It'll be delicious I promise. I cant promise I havent made enough to feed the entire neighborhood though..." The crock pot was full of pulled pork, Finn definitely went overboard.