Fin

[petty_dabbler]

Fawn had given John the pass code so he could come inside without Fawn needing to be there to give permission. And so, naturally, John took advantage of it. He had his feet up, watching a video, when he heard the door.

"I brought some beer, love. And some chocolate. Come see, this is the newest bit of your sho-" he said, slowly turning to look at Fawn.

But it wasn't Fawn.

John sat bolt upright and scrambled to his feet.

"Fin," he said, his throat tight.

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[petty_dabbler]

"You know, I don't think I know anyone who actually likes it," he chuckled. "But it does the job."

He opened the one he'd brought for himself and sipped it.

"This is just...awful," he laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin couldn't help himself, he laughed as well.

"On my planet I would brew us tea to make the soul lighter. ...It's banned on the ship though," Fin admitted.

[petty_dabbler]

"Probably because it's not synthetic. Everything on this bloody ship is synthetic," he scowled.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Does that bother you?" Fin asked. It bothered him sometimes, but he didn't like to complain.

[petty_dabbler]

"Like you wouldn't believe," John said. "The booze, the smokes, I'd assume the medicine, too. Some of the things on this ship are so amazing. And there's the beer."

He shook his head.

"Tragic."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin laughed at that, nodding.

"The holodeck is... It's remarkable," he noted after a beat.

[petty_dabbler]

"The holodeck is fucking magic," he said. "I've never seen anything like it. My mate Aaron says people can get addicted to it. Lose reality. And I believe it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I could see that happening," Fin nodded. "I have a client who loves meeting there."

[petty_dabbler]

"A client?" John asked with a curious slant to his brows.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yes, a client," Fin replied. "Someone who purchases my service," he explained.

[petty_dabbler]

John wasn't sure he wanted to know any more than that so he nodded.

But curiosity got the better of him.

"...What services?" he regretted asking immediately.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I offer intimacy," Fin replied. "Sometimes sexual, sometimes platonic. If you're interested I can pass your information along to my manager, and he'll arrange everything."

[petty_dabbler]

John arched a brow at that.

"You've got a pimp on a space ship?" John asked incredulously.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't know what that word is," Fin replied honestly. "I have a manager though. Goodfellow helped me secure a licence to offer my services here, and he arranges my meetings. I still get last say in who I spend time with, but he makes it easier to find work."

[petty_dabbler]

"Goodfellow. Rob. Of course. But, of course," he sighed heavily.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You know him?" Fin asked.

[petty_dabbler]

"I knew him in my world. Yeah. He still proud of his third leg?" John snorted.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I believe he's what they would call bipedal," Fin replied, puzzled.

[petty_dabbler]

John rolled his eyes and gave his head a shake.

"His prick, love. Where I'm from he's hung like a bloody draft horse."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh. Yes, he has a sizable organ," Fin nodded. "When we first met he was swimming in the nude."

[petty_dabbler]

"Even in the middle of space, I can't say I'm surprised. Alright, so Rob's here, too. I wonder who else..."

His thought trailed off and he took another swallow.

"Huh."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin drank as well, still eyeing John curiously

"What are your intentions with my brother?" he asked finally.

[petty_dabbler]

"How do you mean?" he asked. "I'm not going to steal him away someplace. It'd be nice to live together, though, I think. But that's up to him, innit?"

It had always been up to Fawn. John wanted what he wanted, but he wasn't about to just snatch it and take it from the being.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin frowned, but said nothing to that. Instead he moved on.

"What do you do on this ship? Do you have a job?"

[petty_dabbler]

"No. As far asI can tell, I'm just a passenger. Like you," he answered. "And no one's had questions about me being here, so it must have all slotted into place when I arrived. That's what I think, anyway."