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“triple chin? rude. but yeah, okay, fine. my attention is 100% yours now."

“you –– the dork snapchatting his triple chin in public! put that thing down or i’m leaving.”

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“it’s my sister, man-- i’ve gotta reply.”

“maybe you shouldn’t do that in public, because you look really stupid right now.”

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“...fuck off, everyone does it.”

“you’re just so — strange,dude.”

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“i know-- shit’s been dead. i’m going stir-crazy.”

“jesus, looks like this past weekend was the party that killed the upper east side.”

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“...what are you looking at? i’m snapchatting my sister, okay, let me live.”

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“yeah, you’re right-- not a good combination. he loves me, though. my parents have put the fear of god in me to the point that i’m a total suck up, obviously.”

“oh my god –– bye finn. the dean and daddy kink, i just threw up in my mouth. he would not be amused, that man hates me.”

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“y’know-- i would, but i don’t think i could pass for mid-forties. i feel like we’d go in and the dean would make some unfortunate assumptions. like, he’d just look at me and be like, not that kind of daddy, gracie.” 

“alright serious question –– who wants to pretend they’re my dad and come to a meeting with the dean and me tomorrow? i’ll pay you in breakfast and or sexual favors, your choice.”

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finn groaned at the question, huffing out a laugh. “oh, god, i can’t-- i’ll give you a list when i’m sober. oh! there was definitely jenny albright. a couple times, actually.” he’d almost forgotten about that-- whoops. he shook his head at her next comment, hinting going right over his head as he waggled his eyebrows and teased, “but sweetheart, you didn’t even give me a chance! also, yeah, everyone would be in love with our baby. we both have too good of genetics for it not to be perfect.” there was a pause, his eyebrows furrowing. “okay, wait-- this is getting weird. topic change?”

“who the hell have you ever given head to? please, i need five names that don’t include you-know-who.” okay, half of her was being serious, just because even though she knew he was usually a hoe, where were all these girls? she was his best friend, she deserved to know who. shaking her head quickly in response, “please don’t prove it. my vag is good with the head it’s getting at the moment,” she drunkenly hinted, realizing they hand’t spoken about anything that had happened the past week. as he held onto her to make sure she wouldn’t fall, hannah wrapped her own arms around him for stability. “our baby would be fucking adorable and our parents would be living for it.”

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“hey now,” finn said mildly, used to hannah’s bad attitude about holliday by this point. “be nice. anyways, i’ve given other girls head before, too, y’know, and i’ve never gotten any complaints.” he was fully aware that he probably wouldn’t have said that sober, but at this point, finn just didn’t care. it wasn’t like hannah was going to judge him. “i’m a little offended that you doubt me, to be honest. are you seriously asking me to prove it?” he laughed as she continued, shaking his head at her a little and tightening his grip around her waist to steady her again as he looked down at her with a fake, exaggerated pout. “aw, but our baby would be so cute, han.”

“finn!” she squealed, trying her hardest not to erupt with laughter. “i’m sorry that i’m not going to listen to that person’s standards.” hannah knew not to mention her name, especially while drunk. “guess we’ll have to find out for ourselves how good it is,” she teased back, seeing how fear finn would actually go. it was at that point that hannah broke, stumbling into him a bit. “okay babe, sorry to break your heart, but no one’s babying me up for quite a few years.”

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“yeah-- and we can all hangover puke together tomorrow.”

“totally agree. kinda like we’re all in this together, right?”

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finn hadn’t had a drink in about twenty minutes, but he felt like he was still getting drunker. was that possible? he thought that maybe it was. he’d always been a bit of a cuddly drunk, and he leaned into hannah while they waited for the uber to show up, snorting at her words. “i have it on good authority that my head game is great, thanks very much. also, if you wanted to be my baby mama so bad, you should’ve just told me.” he paused, before adding on an ornery,  “sweetie.”

when finn pulled her against the wall to wait for an uber, she began scrolling through her phone for the open pizza places. plus, they had to be five stars, who wouldn’t want to deal with their cute drunk asses at a classy spot? resting her head back on his shoulder, “marrying me isn’t a nightmare, shut up. as long as your head game is strong, who cares?our parents just want us to inherit their shit and have a cute little family.”

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a strangled sort of noise caught in finn’s throat at the feeling of connor’s fingers digging into his sides, finn’s own hands grasping tighter at connor’s shoulders for a moment. he thought he might have been shaking a little, the newness of the situation still making him anxious, but he still huffed out a laugh into the other boy’s mouth when he heard connor’s answer, pulling back just enough break the kiss without making any move to leave connor’s lap. 

panting slightly, he shook his head, slightly hesitant despite his amusement. he should have taken the opportunity to pull away completely, should have gotten up and walked away-- but he didn’t. he just sighed, avoiding eye contact again. “you’re fucking crazy, you know that?”

connor’s hand moved from finn’s hair to his waist in almost an instant, his hands moving underneath finn’s shirt to hold his waist close and semi-tightly. he nudged his nose against finn’s, his kisses getting a bit rougher now.

connor almost laughed at finn’s statement, mumbling a quick ‘so’ against his lips as he held back his own laughter.

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“shhh, stop that,” finn hushed her, a laugh spilling from his lips as he pulled her back against the brick wall of gracie’s building with him, leaning heavily against it as he pulled up uber. “my mother is a nightmare who wants us to get married someday,” finn said absently as he typed away on his phone. “stop sounding so fond.”

feeling the pinch on her side, an automatic scream came out of her. well, this was one way they could get arrested, hannah screaming out in pain from her ‘abusive boyfriend.’ swatting him in reply, “shut up, i’m delicate. also, your mother fucking loves me,  don’t see the problem here.” looking down the street, hannah tried her best to remember which way was the best way. “let’s just uber it, yelp a place, then take an uber over there.”

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finn went with it a bit awkwardly as connor pulled at him, unused to being the one who was being dragged into someone’s lap but finding that he didn’t mind it, either. his hands came to rest on connor’s shoulder’s, chin tilted downward to keep their lips connected. he was starkly aware of where they were and how stupid it was to be making out with abandon in a relatively public place, but to be honest, the risk was making everything all the more appealing to him. he had officially said a great big fuck it. 

he didn’t even bother pulling away to speak, just let their lips drag against each other as he mumbled against connor’s mouth-- “this is a terrible idea.”

connor was now willing to admit that he he was surpised how open he was being about this, moving closer than he was before as he was pulled closer by the collar of his shirt. connor tilted his head slightly and parted his lips, letting his tongue slide past finn’s lips slowly.

finn’s lips were so soft and plump that there was no way that he was pulling away anytime soon. he kept his lips attached to finn’s as he slowly pulled finn onto his lap. connor started to think about what they were actually doing, that any moment their coach or another player could walk in on them like this and they would be fucked. but for once, connor didn’t care and he enjoyed the thrill of that being able to almost happen.

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finn scowled, pinching hannah’s side. “don’t call me that,” he said, groaning. “makes you sound like my mother, and that’s not a road you wanna go down, sweetheart.” they made their way down to the street, finn digging in his pocket for his phone. “should i call an uber, or...? where is this pizza place?”

with his reinsurance that he was indeed joking, a smile graced hannah’s face once more. her arm went around his waist as well, making sure that she could fully walk in public. she would be absolutely dead if it made the front page news that the senator’s underaged daughter was absolutely shit faced. of course that was the last thing on her mind, but in the back of her mind, she knew they both needed to be steady. “i’m not getting us arrested, calm down finnigan.”