pronounced finn

22, calypso cove's resident beach bartender, wait do u like echo & the bunnymen????

[sntsholloways]

"I don't think petrol pub sells," he squinted, eyes drawn to the cup and fingers twitching with interest. "Maybe with a new slogan, 'Petrol Pub; refill the gas in your body!' - But maybe people will take to farting." Which, he supposed, would too be bad for business. Curiosity had moved his legs to the stand without much thought, shifting his weight from one leg to another as he simply watched. Perhaps he should say something. "Should you be serving this coffee thing out in this weather?" His eyes finally looked at the other with a blink, head tilting to the side softly. "How long are you here for? Perhaps I could help."

[fionnaubin]

"Oh, I didn't even think about the misunderstanding," Fionn frowned. A coffee station with an aroma of farts didn't sound particularly appealing, to be fair. "But maybe we could market it as a super super expensive rare new type of coffee bean which just so happens to having a tasting note of, um, methane?" Come to think of it, he wasn't sure that would catch on, either. He was weighing up the pros and cons in his head when Lorcan spoke again and Fionn's nose scrunched up in abject confusion. "Um, is the weather meant to be bad?" He'd only learned about the tidal wave about ten minutes into his shift, to be fair, and had thought the gas station set up was just a fun and interesting new business venture. "That's really nice of you-?"

[elora-luna]

“Yeah, yeah,” she chuckled weakly, cheeks flushing as her eyes dropped down to her lap for a moment. Perhaps this had been a bad idea, to suggest something quite so intimate. Her only intention was to help him though - it was the very least she could do. She had nothing to offer him but herself in this moment, and she hoped it might be enough. “Yeah it’s a weird thing with wolves, our saliva has like, healing powers or whatever… and if we get hurt we usually heal much more quickly than a human would. Kinda cool,” she shrugged. “Fionn. That’s- I really like that name. Suits you,” she murmured softly, offering him a little smile. 

“I’m- I’m Elora. Mates call me El,” she offered in return, unsure why she’d needed to specify her nickname. But then again, she already felt like she was more than just a stranger to Fionn, and hoped that he would come to use the nickname soon enough. It was clear that he was uncomfortable, in pain, and the sooner she got on with it the better. “Don’t be. You don’t need to be sorry. You’ve done nothing wrong yeah? This vamp should’ve known better,” she hummed, hoping to reassure him as she pulled the tissue back from the wound.

“Just- here- try and stay as still as you can-“ she instructed gently, hands finding his shoulders as she leaned in, tongue darting out to lap over the wound, lips fixing to his warm skin. The blood didn’t taste pleasant but she knew her saliva was working, the blood-flow slowing immediately as she licked back and forth over the puncture wounds.

[fionnaubin]

"Elora," he repeated the name, finding that it suited her the same way she said Fionn suited him, something about the flow of the syllables matching up with her delicate features in his mind, making it so now that he knew the name, he couldn't imagine her with any other. "El," he copied her phrasing, but it didn't seem to fit quite so well, the simple two letter nickname failing to fully describe the aura the girl was giving off, for lack of a better word."I was- gonna say Lora," he admitted quietly, giving her a wide eyed look of innocence, "is that- would that be okay too?"

He supposed it wouldn't matter if it was or was not, he doubted that Elora would want to see him again after this catastrophe, and with confusion he realised a second later that this thought had caused a pang of upset in his stomach, that maybe he wanted to see her again. Something about her desire to help just seemed to pure, devoid of any other meaning and he appreciated that, appreciated not having to scrabble for a deeper meaning he didn't understand - why did people always throw those in and confuse him? He'd never got that. He supposed he himself had never been understood either.

He nodded and tried to stay as still as he could, although his hands fidgeted a little, fingers tapping against each other with nervous energy, but when she began he didn't even know why he had been nervous. It didn't feel off, the way so many forms of touch did, simply cooling and calming, and he visibly relaxed just a tiny bit. "I think it's working?"

[undeadxzed]

"Thanks." They gave a small smile. Zed could understand the feeling of losing sense of time. Not from the actual decades they had been on this earth but from the draining bore that this gas station provided. Zed was sure he hadn't been out there that long. They would have notice him way sooner. "If only I had that power." They sighed. "I only work the register. Not much power in that." By their judgement, Fionn had worked enough to deserved some sort of break. Their eyes locked onto the setup Fionn had. "Nah. Can't stand the stuff. I've never been a coffee person. But I tell you if you want to help me get rid of some inventory that I have to throw away. Hope you don't mind day old hot dogs."

[fionnaubin]

"I don't know, I feel like gas station people have a sort of intense power. I mean, if you wanted to, couldn't you ban me from topping up here? And then I could never leave Calypso, 'cause there's just the one gas station.... isn't that power?" Fionn asked, rambling a little as his thoughts got ahead of him, moving faster than his voice. "I could make you something that isn't coffee! There's-" He was about to launch into an enthusiastic description of every hot chocolate, chai latte, and any other non caffeinated drink option, and perhaps it was a good thing he was too distracted by the idea of a day old hot dog to finish. "Oh! I'd love one!"

[elora-luna]

Flora’s eyes stayed fixed to Fionn’s face as he settled back into the bench, shoulders slumping forward and eyes blurry as he turned to look at her. She nodded slowly as he spoke, offering him a small hum to indicate she was hearing him - there was nothing surprising about what he was telling her, and he was not the first person she’d seen in this state. But there was something almost naive about the way he was speaking, a gentle sort of innocence she felt a strange pull to protect. 

“It’ll wear off, yeah… but we need to get you some food,” she murmured, hand moving slowly over his back, hoping the warmth of her touch would help to soothe him just a little. “And some water,” she added, hand leaving him as she shrugged off her backpack, unzipping it and fishing around for a moment before retrieving a packet of tissues. “Here-“ she murmured, taking his hand carefully and swiping at the wet blood covering his fingers before bringing the tissue to his neck, pressing firmly to the puncture marks. 

“Sorry- that might be a bit sore. The bleeding will stop soon. I- ah-“ she paused, cheeks flushing a little. “I’m a wolf… and I… if I lick the wound, it’ll heal almost instantly. Would that be okay? Sorry I know its- its a bit weird,” she chuckled weakly, eyes flitting back to his as her hand remaining pressed to his neck, holding the tissue there.

[fionnaubin]

"Lick it? I didn't- know that was a thing?" But Fionn really hadn't known a lot before ending up in Calypso, and to be honest he still wouldn't consider himself well versed in the ways of the supernaturals, truth be told he barely knew anything outside of the obvious stereotypes. And it was difficult for him to believe the girl would tell him a lie, even though they'd only met a few short minutes ago. Something in her brown eyes had Fionn placing his trust completely in her, withholding nothing. "Fionn," he murmured, his voice soft, the introductory smile he paired with the words slightly sheepish. "Uh. My name. It's Fionn. I figured if you're gonna lick my neck, um, we may as well not be strangers."

Not that throwing names around made them any closer to each other, but it was a mark of politeness his parents had drummed into him even when he held no understanding of social cues - and to be completely honest he still didn't - and it was difficult to shift the habit even now that he had long since left them and their ways behind. A quiet wince left his lips as she swiped at the wound, flinching away before he forced himself to be still, to react less. "Sorry. I'm- I'm sorry."

[undeadxzed]

As the last minute replacement for the opener for the gas station, Zed was already annoyed to be there. Lucky for them, they had their hands on a daylight charm. Going out in the sun was not an issue, they just had to keep ring on their finger. Earning a couple more bucks this week, they couldn't complain too much. Like everyone in town, they had heard about the mess on the beach. What they didn't expect to have a whole other business to set up outside. It was a slow day, so they decided to check it out. Stepping out of the gas station building, Zed ventured over to the stand. "Is that what this is?" They gestured to the set up. "I was going to say something like Car Coffee." Zed wasn't the best with names. "But don't listen to me. Hey, how long you have you out here for? So I tell people why I haven't turned on our coffee maker."

[fionnaubin]

"Car Coffee is good too!" Fionn enthused, giving a nod to the suggestion, grin illustrating his approval. "Oh, I lose track of time," he said with a shrug, "I could've been out here for hours already, honestly." More likely ten minutes, but he'd daydreamed enough that it felt longer. "I'll just be here until someone tells me to leave, I guess. Don't suppose you wanna tell me to leave?" He gave Zed a hopeful look, although he doubted this would work in the way he was wanting it to. Looked like he'd be stuck for the foreseeable future. "You want a coffee or-?"

[elora-luna]

Much like this stranger, Elora wasn’t usually one for physical contact. She hadn’t had much of it since running away from home, and even then her family had never been particularly affectionate. It felt too close, too intimate. And yet- she couldn’t just let this guy collapse on the ground, something it seemed he would do if she didn’t slip a thin arm around his waist, hooking his own arm over her shoulder. “Here- let’s find you somewhere to sit,” she mumbled. “Can you walk? That’s it-“ she encouraged, her voice soft and as reassuring as she could make it, helping him towards an old bench at the end of the alleyway and lowering him to sit.

“I’ve not been fed from myself, but I work just over there-“ she answered, nudging her head in the direction of Impaler. “You shouldn’t feel this unwell - I think whoever it was that fed from you took it a bit far… you gotta watch out, it’s better when you’re in the club, s’legit in there. Rules n stuff. I wouldn’t let some random vamp feed from you,” she explained, her voice quiet, a tentative hand on his back. “Did you- did you consent…?”

[fionnaubin]

"Oh- I- oh- okay-" Clearly he hadn't been expecting further assistance beyond Elora asking after him, had assumed it was one of those weird things people did to signify that they were polite, even when they didn't give two fucks what the answer of the question was. Fionn had never quite understood it, never quite understood anyone. But he understood that the tone of her voice was one of concern, and so he allowed her to help him to the bench, sitting down heavily as his whole body weight sank down devoid of her support and looking up with hazy eyes.

"I consented," he said quickly, afraid to get the vampire into trouble when surely the mistake was Fionn's own, he hadn't made any sound to complain when he'd started to feel dizzy, hadn't explained that it was going too far. "It was- it was a trade," he admitted, slightly sheepish, not wanting to go into what the trade had been for. "It's- it's gonna wear off, right? The feeling sick and...?" His hand went absentmindedly to his neck, still slick with blood, and the sight when he glanced back at his fingers made him nauseous enough to avert his gaze.

[elora-luna]

Still feeling the gentle buzz of the line she’d done just an hour before, Elora felt almost as if she was floating as she walked out of Impaler. It was the only club in Calypso Cove that allowed vampires to pay to feed from willing donors, and it attracted the perfect clientele for Elora’s drug-dealing. Jean-Claude, the owner of the club, knew about El’s activities but chose to turn a blind eye - his business benefitted hers and hers benefitted his in return. 

Taking a turn down the familiar street which would lead her back to her apartment, her eyes found the stumbling frame of a man she didn’t recognise, wolf vision able to make out his expression, the trickle of blood rolling down the side of his neck a good indication that he had recently been fed from. Before she could say a word he had bumped into her, stumbling slightly and offering her a slurred apology. Her hands moved to his upper arms to steady him, brow furrowing with concern as she looked over him. She didn’t tend to like to get involved in other people’s lives, their dramas, but in the same breath she could turn a blind eye when a human was so clearly in trouble. “Hey- s’ok,” she murmured. “You okay…? Someone feed from you?”

[fionnaubin]

"I-" Out of habit more than anything else, he stiffened at her hands on his upper arms. Fionn wasn't a fan of physical touch, particularly not when it came as a surprise, from a stranger, out of nowhere with no time for him to even mentally prepare for the sensation. But just as soon as he had tensed, he found himself loosening up again, melting against her - perhaps at least half due to the blood loss making him unsteady on his feet, but also the reassurance in her tone, lacking any ulterior motives, lacking any judgement, simply asking if he was okay. He was naive at the best of times, too trusting of those around him, and the simplicity of her question had Fionn placing his trust entirely in this stranger, truly believing she simply wanted to know that he was alright.

"Yeah, um, but I don't think they meant to take- to take too much," Fionn was already trying to make excuses, refusing to believe this was something which could have happened intentionally, "or maybe they didn't? Is this just how it's meant to feel?" He asked aloud, tone confused, slightly afraid, "all... dizzy?"

[dreamsxxnightmares-deactivated2]

"Gasoline grill?" he offered, "kinda has a good play on words ... no, wait... you don't use gasoline with grills, do you?" he asked - now completely confused about what was used when one ran out of ... whatever was in the metal containers that his father went to the local gas station to refill. "Eh, if I think about it too much, I'll hurt my head - better to just let it go."

He didn't have a lot of disposable income. He had a habit of splitting his paycheck three ways, one-third for him, and the other two-thirds set aside for his siblings when he found them. Still, he had an equally guilty habit of really... liking iced coffee. Even though caffeine had an adverse reaction and he would be tired afterwards. "Can I have my usual, if you're open? If not -- I can wait." He went as far as to flip over a plastic crate that had been used to move beer bottles and sit down on it. "Also - if you need help - the Boss gave me a couple of hours until my next shift, and I'm good at taking directions - at least until my nap. I'll be planting moon flowers most of the night."

[fionnaubin]

"I don't really know," Fionn frowned a little, trying to think about the last time he'd cooked on a grill. Honestly, most likely never, he barely even cooked in a normal kitchen setting, the microwave and access to a local pizza delivery service being his primary forms of nutrition at this point in time. Come to think of it, he couldn't really think of anyone in his life who might trust him near a grill, either. Maybe that was for the best. He nodded in fervent agreement as Cairo suggested thinking too much might hurt his head - Fionn suspected he'd have grills and gasoline and other such alliterative concepts trapped in his brain for the remainder of the day, but it didn't hurt to curb that a little before it got out of hand.

"Oh, you're being so nice about it," his habitual customer service smile turned into one of genuine happiness and he nodded, immediately getting to work on the order, doodling a smiley face on the cup lid as he waited for the shot to pour, adding a few cartoon daisies around the rim. "Moon flowers? That sounds so cool," and he wasn't even indulging the man, his expression was one of absolute fascination, intrigued by the statement. "What makes them moons?!"

[fionnaubin]

for: @elora-luna

location: allard alley

Maybe he'd fucked up, was a thought which crossed Fionn's slightly addled mind. The vampire had assured him trading blood for weed was a good deal, and that it wouldn't even hurt, and with the cut hours he was about to deal with what with The Catch needing repairs, he'd thought it would be a good shout to save money. That being said, was he meant to feel so... out of it?

He put a hand to his neck as he stumbled along dizzily, reaching out to the wall for stability. He'd expected it to be a small wound and to heal quick, but his hand came away wet and even in the dim alley he could see the liquid was dark, was his own blood. The thought made Fionn slightly nauseous, or maybe that was the blood loss, and with the distraction and his vision blurring he barely saw the girl pass in front of him and nearly bumped straight into her, only at the last minute managing to take an unsteady step back with a wide eyed, unfocused look of apology, "sorry, I'm sorry-"

[fionnaubin]

for: open @calypsostarters location: outside cove gas station

It was just typical that even a tidal wave wouldn't stop his boss from wanting to make some money. Fionn had honestly been counting on getting the day off and hadn't even set an alarm, only to wake to an annoyed phone call informing him that they'd be serving iced coffee and soft drinks on a stand outside the gas station of all places now that The Catch was in need of some repairs, until further notice. Not exactly his personal favourite place to be, and that was clear on his face as he glanced around, absentmindedly scooping ice into a cup. "Have you ever heard of a beach bar outside a gas station? Doesn't this make it a gas bar? A petrol pub?"