when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
Really, apparently. Raising an arm to protect himself against the worst of the sudden gale and the way the rest of the room's contents decide to fling themselves about, Finn winces and clambers to his feet. Already a lot of the more seasoned workers (read: they've been around for a couple monsoon seasons now) are headed towards the basement, where the orgies tend to take place, but there's far from sex on the brain at this point.
"Come on - we'll go low. There are exits down there, if things get bad." He starts to battle across the main lounge towards the steps, following in the wake of a few more workers and their clients. Ultimately they will lose the Halenani roof at the very least, but they'll escape with their lives. Sometimes that's all you can hope for.
~FIN
"Come on - we'll go low. There are exits down there, if things get bad." He starts to battle across the main lounge towards the steps, following in the wake of a few more workers and their clients. Ultimately they will lose the Halenani roof at the very least, but they'll escape with their lives. Sometimes that's all you can hope for.
~FIN
Finn?
