Last Friday

“Later, Finn.”

Finn wishes he could remember the name of the coworker who’d just spoken to him. A name flashes in the back of Finn’s mind, but the coworker is already gone, coat tail trailing behind him as he makes his way out of his office building.

Meetings and blueprints, flailing hands and pens clicking, empty compliments, and tense handshakes are the only things that Finn deals with nowadays. He pushes open the front door of the building and grimaces, remembering at the worst of times the intern that had walked up to him earlier that day, trying to suck up to him.

The intern hadn’t done anything wrong, per se, Finn just felt like being an asshole.

“I need a drink,” he mumbles to himself, walking up to his car.

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Going home to change has taken longer than planned, Finn chastises himself. He’d gotten caught up on work stuff, working through blueprints and measurements until his eyes were spinning. Work emails were sickly sweet, adding to his already overly tight schedule. If he has to attend another conference where nothing of actual value is said, he’ll scream.

He finally changes out of his suit, lightly fingering the material and sighing. He hangs the garment on a hanger, placing it with all the other suits that need to be dry cleaned. It was nicely pattered, stark amongst the boring variety of blue and gray suits. Business-Casual Fridays were a small bright spot in Finn’s otherwise dreadful week.

He throws on his favorite clubbing outfit- black skinny jeans and a black floral shirt he keeps halfway unbuttoned- before stalking out of his apartment and into the busy streets of New York City. His jewelry grows cold but he enjoys the cold bite on his skin. He breathes in deep, filling his lungs with city air before releasing it all at once.

It’s the weekend, Finn thinks. I deserve to bring someone home tonight.

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“Finn! Long time no see!” the bouncer’s deep voice rumbles in his chest. Finn smiles at the kind words; he’s truly missed Long Feng’s.

“Been caught up with work. You know,” Finn avoids specifics that he knows the bouncer won’t ask about. He only nods and gestures to the door, allowing Finn to slip in without having to break out his ID- which he probably forgot anyway.

His plan was to stalk the floor; wait until it got busy and find someone who was hot and into men. It would have been so easy, pure instincts at that point. But his throat is dry and he needs something to drink.

Making his way to the bar, Finn’s eyes begin to scan. Nobody really catches his eye until he notices someone who sticks out like a sore thumb. A suit jacket hanging on the back of a chair, a white button-up and slacks- Finn has the oddest urge to laugh at the sight.

A quick glance up and he sees Feng waving at him, his mouth forming words that Finn utterly misses. An oddly calm feeling washes over Finn as he sits beside this strange man at the bar.

Why not tempt fate?