Finnegan loved his fellow staff members, and he loved Starlight Academy. Working there for forty years meant he knew everyone (even when
they didn't know
him) and everything. He wasn't quite a teacher- unless you counted the scout training-- but really, it was just as much a staff party. This school was practically his lifeblood at this point. Of course he went to the parties! Finn simply adored parties. He went to the lounge with a skip in his step and a basket full of homemade, marijuana baked goods. Oh yes. Finnegan knew exactly how to make and keep friends. Shared drugs and earnestness was the key to everything.
He made a beeline straight for the little medical staff get-together, ready to make it a real event. He was part-time medical staff, himself, often hovering about the infirmary. He grinned up at the ridiculously tall men, quite the out of place little ginger in comparison. It didn't phase him in the least, and he immediately went to pat both of them in greeting like the peppy old man he was. "Michael! Mr. Moore! Hello to the both of you! Do we have a doctor meetup on our hands? Care if I join?"
Rhydian Moore was an amusing sort, a trickster, an elder to Finn was but not quite acting it. And Michael Ashworth, he was someone Finn had witnessed going through school. Now they were coworkers, rather than staff and student. Facebook friends, too, how fancy! He'd only just grasped how this whole Facebook situation worked, and he was several years too late. The twitter and instagram and vines (he was familiar with vines, they were in his body!) and 'memes' were where it was hip and happening, and Facebook was old news, fitting for an old man. He was still pleased, though, and found Facebook quite useful. He liked keeping up with his long term friends, and seeing how his students ended up as adults. His only complaint was the poking and prodding functions. Unnecessary and rude!
Finn held up his cute basket with another pleasant smile. "Would either of you care for some Mary Jane, by the way?" He took out a muffin and bit into it, humming. "Good batch, very good, courtesy of my gardening expertise and lazy hours spent in the kitchen. Aha, I found some funny cookie cutter shapes the other day at the grocery story, and I was tempted to buy them, but... I thought it'd be, maybe, a tad too on the nose."
"Noooooo. No no. I mean pick on someone way bigger than me. Liiiiike," Rhydian gave the room a quick once over and motioned to Trent. "That guy. Yeah. He looks all tough and what not. Yeah, the rule was all about taking the top down so you'd be in charge. Actually, I think that was a prison rule and not a bar one." He rubbed the back of his neck, acting sheepish when he was anything but. "Sometimes I get my tightly confined space rules mixed up."
