But that wasn't his biggest concern right now as he was fully focused on the salt contents of a particular fry held in front of his face. "So, dude," he started once he caught Shade in his peripherals nearby. "You're half demon. Demons are weak to salt. If you ate salty food would it, like, blow you up from the inside or...?" Asking the real questions.

“Definitely cats”

Cannabites was picking up a little more of a crowd downstairs as the night drew on. Finn caught Shade behind the bar, smirking in amusement at their unplanned match in costumes with the classic horror movie theme. "You sure you don't need any extra help tonight, Dempsey?" he asked. He noted that Khion was not here working this evening likely because the young pamola preferred enjoying himself. "I can take over if you need a break to go beat up Hercules."

The second he heard Gareth and Bradley going at it in the next room, riding bikes even in heat sounded like a better idea anyway. Finn made a face at the bedroom door that barely masked the grunts and groans and cries, a little irritated that the faerie who didn't go through heat like the others in this suite got fucked first when he needed it most.

Whatever. This wasn't his first heat by any means and Finn felt confident he could manage for a couple hours hanging with Shade. And if he needed some relief he expected the cambion full of lust as his vice wouldn't mind. Dressed in mostly pink with platinum blond hair tucked up into his helmet he sped down the mountain roads on his shiny pink Hayabusa from Bradbury. He'd pulled ahead of Shade a while back feeling fine enough to drive though the longer they rode, the more he started fading. It wasn't even the heat of the sun bothering him in the pink jumpsuit that barely concealed the black thong underneath. No, it was all the fucking fever making him dizzy and sweating, a light sheen on his face and exposed bit of his chest that had the illusion of slight cleavage thanks to some adhesive shit pulling his pecs together and a push-up bra. Neat little trick he learned that helped his Omegle game.

His bike wobbled though fortunately he corrected before he actually went down. Last thing he needed was Bradbury bitching at him about another crashed bike. He cursed under his breath repeatedly as he slowed down and rolled off the road. "Nope, I need to pull over for a second," he said to Shade in their comms. Might be more than a second. Soon as he parked he dismounted his bike and tore off his helmet, his gloves, the cropped hoodie, literally anything he could that would help cool himself off, and leaned against a tree trying to catch his breath.

"Hard to say, innit?" Finn smirked wryly at Shade as he absently twirled the leash in his hand. His other hand cocked on his hip in the pink corset. "Could say the same about your choice. You pick this out yourself or did you have help? Super gay. Were you inspired by that Bridgerton show or what? Shit's tight as fuck."

Anyways, he quickly got bored of this party that was a little too "classy" for his tastes. The food and drinks going around were good though, Khion making it a point to snatch up a sample anytime a server passed by him. Wasn't like he had to pay for shit so why not right?

"I don't know, dude," he said to Shade because no way he missed his eccentric boss in that apocalyptic getup. He draped an arm over the slightly taller man's shoulder and crossed his ankles with toe in the ground while he leaned against the cambion. He sipped on the champagne in his hand. "Kinda thinking this party sucks. Went all out on aesthetics for a snooze fest. Like what the fuck are these games? Where's the beer pong table?"