Please be kind Who: Finn & Nico What:Agonizing over possibly being stood up for Drinks and all potential outcomes When: Saturday Evening Where: Antoine’s Status: Ongoing
Finn had no ego when it came to pursuit. Although he did delight in banter and the thrill of the chase, once the metaphorical seal had been broken and he had let slip he was interested he didn’t see much point in playing coy. This was great if the person he was interested in was genuine or actively interested in Finn. Unfortunately, if they were sadistic, this tendency made him rather easy to torment and string along His natural tendency was a gamble, and one he found it difficult not to make even though he wasn’t ordinarily a reckless man. His attempts to maintain an objective distance and see the opportunity with Nico to achieve purely physical satisfaction, as Tess had repeatedly suggested and encouraged, had not exactly gone well. He’d found through their interactions both in person and via journal notes that he was more taken with the younger Clove than he had intended and that was alarming. Finn had decided, with this in mind, to embrace the former Danu’s advice. He was prepared to ask, and demand if need be that his mother be willing to let him make his own mistakes. He’d ask the same of Tess, should it become necessary. With any luck, even if nothing came of the evening, he’d come out of the outing relatively unscathed. He had no grand delusions about what might come of the evening. He didn’t think Nico was likely to be won over by Finn’s attempts at small town, boy next door charm. ...Though he did still hope, even if he believed it unlikely. It was his nerves, spurred by his assumption that their last interaction going as well as it had was a fluke, that made Finn head to Antoine’s early. He holed up in a corner with a book and bottle of wine. His hope was that the familiar setting, a good read, and a drink would lull his overactive thoughts into a sense of security (however false that sense might be was of little consequence.) By the time he and Nico had agreed to meet he was halfway through his book and his first glass of wine. He glanced up and surveyed the room around him. He was relieved to find that when he did his heart rate hadn’t accelerated the way it had earlier that evening. ’With any luck I’ve gotten here and wound down enough that I can stay out of my own way,’ he thought as he took another sip from his glass and returned his gaze to his book.