May 22, 2014
"It's been fun --" Finn ducks backstage with a small wave, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, and one of his hands flitting up to right his hat as he brushes passed his bandmates in favor of making his way out into the back alley. Kai frowns on smoking something fierce, but Finn's not a singer, so he's got no reason not to. He does that now, leaning against the brick side of the building, noises from the pub flooding out from the open front, and carrying to the side. "Shit." He mutters to himself as he pats down his pockets, fag already between his lips, only to realize that he hasn't got anything to light it with. "Mind helping me out?" He asks the person stood just a few feet down from him, bright eyes hopeful.
