Finn was a little bit annoyed. Fighting a tank was a once in a lifetime opportunity and it'd been spoiled by his worst enemy: crowd control. Still, he wasn't as annoyed as he could've been - the snacks had helped to calm him down. Although he wasn't particularly annoyed anymore, he was rather bored. Thomas had gone home already and the rest of his friends were cleaning up after the festival. And he was beginning to feel a bit thirsty...

Out of the corner of his eye, Finn spotted the perfect thing - A cafe. A Purple Crown professional one, to be precise, rather than the festival fare he'd been having so far. Finn entered and went to the counter, ordering a vanilla milkshake. You could always tell the quality of a cafe by the quality of their milkshakes. As Finn waited for it to be done, he spotted a vaguely familiar figure appear outside the window. Finn narrowed his eyes at the black haired figure. Aaron Fletcher, someone he vaguely knew in relation to Emma from the Newspaper club. He didn't know him particularly intimately, but he knew him enough to at least wave or say hello. Which obviously meant that he should go further.

Finn turned to the counter and asked the girl to change his order.
[b]"Sorry, but can you give me that milkshake to go?"[/b] He asked.
A few seconds later he had his vanilla milkshake, and he walked outside to where Aaron waited. Finn crept up on the boy slowly, trying not to alert him to his presence, before suddenly jumping forward.
[b]"Aaron, my man, my brother, my super special little guy, it's good to see ya!"[/b] Finn said, draping his unoccupied arm over the boy. [b]"What's a stud like you doing in a place like this?"[/b]
[@Mega Birb]