It was hard staying professional when you were surrounded by entirely too attractive aliens. Finnegan had pulled through for his official business here, a personal checkup with the extended scouting staff, but after he exited the Station's academy, he was back in all too flustered hell. It was unbecoming of him, with his age and authority figure status, to be this bothered, but he had a weakness. Everything here was very colorful and new, eye catching, especially the people. It was rare, for someone older to find novelties. Although he was still in his Scout Captain uniform, Finn had to huff and head straight for a club, not quite ready leave for Earth again.
Clubs weren't places that tended to change much. The atmosphere was familiar, even if the scents and sights weren't. Finn sat himself down at the bar, leaning with his back against the counter and facing the rest of the room, observing the crowd. Although staying ever alert in reality, his posture was loose. He didn't drink, so instead, he was smoking a pipe of something that made his insides feel brighter and warmer, the already bold colors dancing even more excitedly.
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Clubs weren't places that tended to change much. The atmosphere was familiar, even if the scents and sights weren't. Finn sat himself down at the bar, leaning with his back against the counter and facing the rest of the room, observing the crowd. Although staying ever alert in reality, his posture was loose. He didn't drink, so instead, he was smoking a pipe of something that made his insides feel brighter and warmer, the already bold colors dancing even more excitedly.
[ Will add NSFW prefix if needed. ]
