_fn_2187_ is a Finnamon Roll (_fn_2187_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-20 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | carlos olivera, finn, joshua washington |
Who: Finn and whomever walks in!
When: January 18th
Where: Random bar
What: Drinking, dwelling on where he's at in life
Rating/Warnings: Low; Thoughts/talk of losing friends in combat depending on who shows up
Status: Open
Finn wasn't used to drinking alone. When he'd been in the service, he and his fellow squad members always drank together. After all they did practically everything else together - they ate, slept, and fought as one unit. When on leave, they usually went as a group, or checked in with one another even if they were miles apart. They were a brotherhood. A family.
Or they had been. Until one of their own had been taken down by the enemy. That was when everything had fallen apart for Finn.
The young black man frowned a little at his beer, then took another sip. He made a face, features scrunching almost comically. He hated this beer. It had been Straight's favorite, though, and he downed it best he could in the man's honor. "Damn, boy, you had bad taste." he muttered to himself.
Finn took a moment to glance around the bar. It was a local dive, not too much of one for him to expect trouble. Not that Finn couldn't hold his own in a fight; he seemed unassuming, and he always used that to his advantage in a bar fight. No one expected the average looking, quiet black kid to be able to kick some serious ass. Navy SEAL training, it was a beautiful thing.