It was evening, the summer sun lazily setting in the horizon, night life and neon lights waking up. Especially in The Strip. From his harmless grandpa energy and fashion leanings, most wouldn't think of Finnegan as the type of person who you'd find, and who'd be comfortable, here. How wrong they'd be in that! When you've been alive for as long as he had, you learned a few things-- like how to have fun. Finn was very much the lighthearted, fun loving type. And he may have been mostly harmless, but innocence wasn't included in that package.
This night out wasn't purely for his own benefit, of course. It was a staff night out, and a blatantly gay one, at that. Finn liked to boast being one of the senior and most shamelessly queer individuals in Starlight Academy employ. This meant he also took it upon himself to show the younger generations the ropes. And Storm Haywood had never been to a gay bar. This concept was scandalous to him, and he intended to fix it by introducing her to all the wonders she was missing out on. Storm was a good teacher and a good woman, and, he rather thought a bit of a lonely one. She deserved this, and she could use a little pushing at this point. She wasn't one of his students, after all. She was an adult, and his friend.
His big ol' lesbian friend that needed to get back out there, because damn, she was smoking hot. Finn was all for playing wingman, and perhaps sneaking in some flirting of his own with the men and fluidly sexual girls, while they were at it. But Storm remained the focus. She was going to have a fantastic time. That was the true goal, even if nothing went past testing the waters, dipping her toes in. She wasn't as stern as she looked, not mean or grouchy, and Finn was fully of the opinion that she should be shown great kindness and offered company she could loosen up around. If his dear, buff werewolf friend was happy, he was happy.
Finn waited for Storm's arrival at the corner of the street, so they could talk while walking up the block to one of the many LGBT bars of the city. He was dressed more casually than at work, and a little more stylishly, but still remained old fashioned. His peers were perfectly satisfied with that as long as he stayed away from looks that belonged to the 70s, and while he pouted over this oppression, he usually gave in and remained low-key. It was fine. He was able to have revenge every Halloween.
