It had been a long day at work, and even Finn didn’t want to go to the bar where he would inevitably be forced to socialize. Instead, he figured he would go home, pray he could sneak some booze past Freya, and drink in his bed until he fell asleep. All of which landed him here, at the grocery store. Not bothering with a cart, Finn grabbed a six pack and held a bottle of Jack under his arm. He looked around nervously as he walked down the aisle to check out, not wanting to see his roommate or his uncle. @eleanorkingston










