Finn
'Friendship' rings
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Honey stared at the slumped form of Finn across the booth, a sigh escaping her lips. The bill for their meal had been a dagger to her budget, but Finn was beyond coherence, grinning at her like a drowsy child. She’d winced, paid the exorbitant sum, feeling her wallet instantly become dangerously light.
Come on, you menace!Honey grunted, hauling him upright. A taxi? A designated driver? Her fingers tightened on her thin wallet. Walking it was. Finn’s expensive car would have to spend the night abandoned in the restaurant parking lot. Cool night air brushed them. Suddenly, Finn jerked free. His bleary eyes locked onto the massive blue Tiffany & Co. sign.
Rings!he bellowed thickly. With drunken strength, he dragged a protesting Honey towards the glittering doors.
Finn! Stop!Her voice vanished in the door chime. The impeccably dressed sales associate took in Finn's intoxication and designer clothes, her smile widening professionally.
Matching! Friendship rings!Finn declared, slapping the pristine glass counter. Unfazed, the associate swiftly presented velvet trays. Cold fire sparkled. Finn turned, gaze hazy yet fixed on Honey.
Honey,he slurred.
Pick. The one you like.Store air congealed. Heat flooded Honey's cheeks. She just wanted this over. Her finger jabbed towards the plainest platinum bands – less like wedding rings. Miraculously, the wasted Finn fumbled out his black card, movements clumsy but intent terrifyingly clear. Triumphant, he shoved the iconic Tiffany ring into Honey's ring finger, another one on his, then clamped his fingers like a vise around her wrist, hauling her back outside. The struggle back was exhausting, sweat plastering Honey's shirt. She finally dumped his dead weight onto his vast apartment bed. Every muscle screamed for escape. She turned to leave. Her wrist was caught instantly, iron-strong.
Don't… go…Finn mumbled, eyes barely slits, grip unyielding.