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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[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."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm not a passenger, I'm a refugee- As is Fawn. It's why we'll be asked to leave unless we find the money or means to stay," Fin explained.

[petty_dabbler]

"You and me both, sister," John chuckled dryly. "I can't believe I'm back to cheating at cards to keep some dosh in my pocket."

He needed a plan. What he needed was a great plan, because Fin had just made him realize just how fucked he was when they realized he wasn't supposed to be there.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't want to leave this place," Fin confessed. "I finally feel like I belong somewhere."

[petty_dabbler]

"I don't think you've got a lot of options, mate," John said. "You have any solid ideas?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Work harder? Marry Hex? Fuck, I don't know," Fin chuckled, shaking his head.

[petty_dabbler]

John reached up to scratch the back of his head with blunt nails.

"Don't the refugee card get you any luck?" John asked. "Some sort of galactic act of mercy?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's getting us free passage to the station," Fin shrugged.

[petty_dabbler]

"Between a rock and a hard place, you are. I think we all are," John said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What I need is a rich client to sponsor me," Fin said.

[petty_dabbler]

"Betcha Willy's got the credits," John muttered.

He'd bumped into the prick and was surprised he couldn't feel the magic he once had. He still couldn't stand him, but at least John didn't feel he was as dangerous...

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think he's interested," Fin said with a sigh. "I suppose I could ask Goodfellow to find a way to keep me onboard."