Recent content by Finn Galfridian

Finn having downed more of his beer, panic drinking at the thought of what his father would do, was slipping more and more into uncharted territory. He had never been this drunk, and he was surprised at how much he was liking it. He was in a hot-tub, he had a nice chilled beer in his ahnd, and a...

Finn, despite his general levels of hygiene, had been worried about the dare. What if he had bad body odor and just didn't know? The cons of having most of your interactions with people on the holonet was that you couldn't really tell if you smelt like a rancor, or sounded like a kowakian...

Finn brushed off the impromptu showed with a wave of his hand, and placed his glass on the edge of the tub before dunking himself entirely in the tub's hot water before rising up with a chuckle. He reached for his drink, but noticing Vahliri's smile he fumbled as he went to grab the glass and...

Finn grinned as Altair introduced himself, unsure if the sing-song greeting was because the Tiefling was drunk or because of a dare. The grin got wider when Vahl introduced herself, and he was thankful that he had just taken a sip of the rum the bartender had given him because it set his body on...

At Clove's introduction Finn raised his bottle in greeting, and smiled at her comment about being unable to shake his hand. Taking another sip, he realized his bottle was empty, and flipped it upside down to make sure it was all gone. Putting the drink down, he retuned his attention to Clove...

Late, fashionably so as if chat was to be trusted, Finn walked in wearing clothes that were much less revealing than some of the other Sith present. Lacking the physique of some of the chaps present, he was glad he wasn't showing more of his skinny little ass for everyone else to compare against...

"Yeah," he replied, "would do me a a real solid if you did." He visibly relaxed when she said she might interested in trading classes, finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel. In his mind he was already making plans about all the things he could do over the summer without school eating up...

"Oh I could care the least bit about Ancient Runes," he replied to her question, "I mean what's even the point of the course, a droid could do all of that. I just need it because it's an easy A. I need that grade," he didn't hold back, almost pleading with her, showing just how well versed he...

At her mention of the competition being cool he flashed her a genuine smile, glad to see someone actually agree with him. More often then not he was met with contempt for his interests, so it was good to receive from positive feedback. "Bullshit mostly." He replied to her question he jumped...

Finn stepped out of the gaming parlor with a wide grin on his face. His hands were full of swag he had won, his pockets were full of datachips loaded with a bunch of retro games he had been dying to get his hands on for ages, and he was pretty sure he had sealed a collab with CoruGal, easily the...

"I'm not just a streamer," he replied with more confidence that was warranted for someone with a swollen nose and half his face covered in blood, "I'm the best there is." He tried firing again, but yet again shot well wide, which likely did nothing to support his bravado. "Huh." He muttered in...

Despite the change in her demeanor, Finn was still vary, unlike some of the crazier member of their order he wasn't a particularly big fan of getting hit, or feeling pain. As he loosened up, he cautiously taking the datapad back from her. "It's..." He began but paused, visibly gulping before...

Finn saw the girl walking towards him, noting the cute glasses she was wearing, but before he could figure out anything cool to say, which normally took him a pretty long time when a girl was involved, she slapped him. This wasn't the first time he'd been slapped by a girl, many an attempt at...

Finn didn't like Ancient Runes, the whole subject no sense to him. Why would you waste your time learning ancient runes when even the cheapest datapad could just scan anything, translate it for you, and dictate it you to you in less time than took to actually read whatever was hidden in the...

When Trace returned she would find Finn sitting cross-legged on the floor, his mostly cleaned up but for random smears of dried up blood. He had a datapad out in front of him, and a small foldable keyboard spread out on his lap which he was typing away on. He seemed even more immersed in...