starter for @theresahcney
finn had never really understood the appeal of watching girls get their kit off and grind against one another on stage. there was always too many older men around, too many people howling and shifting in their seats making the whole experience nothing short of uncomfortable. he hated it, and he hated that he'd even bothered humoring his mates by tagging along. he sat at the bar while they watched the girls, staring at the bottles of alcohol on the shelf behind the bar feeling the bass of the music echoing through the club down to his bones.
he sipped at his beer absently, not paying attention to anything going on around him until a blonde caught his eyes. he watched as she moved around handing people drinks, not a single fake smile plastered on her face as she worked. she looked as miserable here as he felt. her blonde hair fell around her shoulders in the most careless way possible, like she just didn't care what she looked like despite where they were. there was something so honest about the roll of her eyes when a guy made a pass at her that had a smile tugging at his lips. he sat patiently until her attention was directed at him, moistening his lips in anticipation before he spoke. "reckon you need a drink more than i do." he noted, eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he nodded towards the men at the end of the bar who were still trying to hit on her. finn rolled his eyes at the fowl language falling from their lips, focusing all of his attention on the girl before him. "how do you not knock the shit out of all of them?"