David Ryan ☤ Dean Winchester (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lovesomepie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates, |
David had thought that maybe after a week and a half, the memories of their last encounter would have dulled enough so that it wouldn’t be quite so jarring to see Finley again, but that apparently wasn't the case. Not even close. It wasn't that David had trouble looking him in the eyes, but as soon as David saw Finley, appearing out of nowhere right in front of him, all those memories immediately came rushing back to him as if they were still brand new and fresh. He couldn't pretend that it hadn't happened, and they both knew it.
It wasn't exactly surprising to see Finley in a suit, despite the casual atmosphere of the club, and David wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen Finley outside of a suit. Well, except for when he was taking off the one Finley had been wearing. David swallowed at the thought, trying not to seem too affected by it as he came to a full stop on the outskirts of the main floor, blinking in surprise at Finley's entrance. David probably should have expected it, considering how often Finley was popping in on him without warning. He'd just blame the slight stumble backwards on the fact that he was a little drunk.
He wasn't really a suit kind of guy, though he had worn them before. Just not if he didn't have to, and David wasn't exactly impersonating an FBI agent on a daily basis. He was wearing something appropriately laid back but rock, meaning jeans and a leather jacket, though now he was starting to rethink the jacket as a poor choice, feeling the heat on his body begin to steadily rise at being faced with Finley Melville in front of him. David grinned, taking an entirely telling sway forward that was meant to be a casual step. Definitely not sober. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”
