“I am not!” Nik hiccups, a blush washing over him that Finn finds adorable. It’s hard to see in the low light and on Nik’s darker skin, but it’s there nonetheless.

“You’re a bit uncultured,” Finn retorts, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips at the way Nik’s eyebrows furrow. Finn could tell Nik was tipsy, having only been sipping on one glass of bourbon for the past half-hour.

“According to your standards,” Nik sounds indignant and Finn laughs. “American culture is utterly ridiculous so forgive me for not being ecstatic about participating in it.”

“Fine, fine,” Finn backs off with a chuckle and tosses back the rest of his whiskey. He catches Nik staring at him.

“What?”

A pause. “Nothing, I just haven’t gotten many opportunities to really talk to an American like this. Friendly,” Nik casts his eyes down and stares into his drink, turning the stout glass in circles on the bar. “It’s nice.”

“What did you do in college then?” Finn is a bit puzzled- almost 6 years in the states and no friends? Nik wasn’t making the most sense, but drunk people rarely did.

“Studied,” Nik almost sounds miserable, but when Finn looks at him again, his eyes are bright. “I threw myself into my projects, always pissed when I had to work with other people.”

“You like it that much?” Finn tries to continue the conversation, but by then Nik’s eyes are cloudy and his glass is empty. His head’s on the bar, resting on his arms. “Nik?”

He jolts up, seemingly taken off guard. “Hmm?”

“Nothing,” Finn chuckles to himself as Nik collapses back on the bar. Finn goes to take another drink from his glass before huffing- it’s empty.

“Feeeeeeeng,” Finn whines, sitting up and peering down both sides of the bar. His friend is nowhere to be found and Finn sighs, leaning his head on his hand. He’s stuck dealing with an unbelievably cute boy, who’s drunk, and he can’t even get a drink himself. The humanity.

Finn looks over at Nik and mentally chastises himself for letting the poor guy get so drunk. Finn wouldn’t have exactly said no if Nik had asked to sleep with him-

Finn shakes his head and places a hand on Nik’s shoulder, attempting to gently shake him awake.

“Is he okay?” Finn gasps at the sound of Feng in his ear, tone overly worried. “Did you fucking kill him?”

“What? No!” Finn shakes Nik’s shoulder harder, smiling gently when Nik lifts his head up, eyes groggy. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

“M-morning?”

“Kinda,” Finn says gently. “It’s half past one.”

“I hope you’re not gonna make him find his way home himself,” Feng’a tone is vaguely threatening and Finn holds his arms up in surrender. Finn had been considering it, but letting a new-drunk make his way home all the way across town by himself sounded like a death sentence.

“I’ll call him a cab.”

“You’re not planning to do anything with him, are you?”

“Oh my god, Feng, no.”

“You sure?” Feng’s eyebrow raises and Finn scoffs, mock-horrified that Feng wouldn’t trust him.

“Maybe before he got drunk,” Finn crosses his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrows at Feng. “I’m not a dick, Feng.”

“I know, I know,” Feng smirks. “I’m just fucking with ya, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

At that, Finn laughs and helps Nik out of his stool. He throws the man's arm around his shoulders and walks him out of the bar, glad that no one seems to be paying them any mind.

Just before he leaves, Finn shouts over his shoulder. “Night, Feng!”