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[Finnegan Oliver Healy]

To say Finn missed Galway would be an understatement. But he was working through it. He got a scholarship to NYU, he knew how difficult those were to come by so he wasn’t about to waste all that opportunity just because he missed his mammy. So he called his mam at every chance he got, making sure she knew what he was up to and catching up on all things Galway. His mother, bless her worked, raised her family and still knew every lick of gossip to be told and would happily share it with the right word. It made Finn feel like he was across the city as opposed to across the world. One day he would return but he didn’t know if it would be to stay, to retire or what. There were plenty of places around his hometown that would hire a geneticist; plenty of specialty labs, he would just have to find himself the right fit. That was, if he chose to return home to work.

But Finn was still young, he still had a few years left before he really needed to figure all of that out. And while he had that time, he wasn’t going to dwell on it. Other things took precedence at twenty; like football, school and finding a decent party in the middle of the week when he wanted to have a good time. He might have been at work but he wouldn’t be for much longer, he wasn’t closing and in twenty minutes he’d been changing into his street clothes, grabbing the nachos he’d snagged from the kitchen staff and heading out to pier for a party. He would just have to get through the end of his shift first; which by the looks of the place was easier said than done. They were so busy and there were still at least a dozen people waiting at the bar for a table. He wasn’t complaining, the tips were excellent on busy days like this but it also meant that if whoever was taking over his tables didn’t show up, he had to stick around until they did or they closed down.

Finn finished dealing with a couple, smiling as he told them to have a good night before dealing with their bill probably at a register. With that done and out of the way, Finn knew he should have gone over to the new customer in his area but Reilly stopped him before he had the chance, a message from Penny so he didn’t get there immediately, which really was fine since there was a menu to check out and drinks to decide on. So when Reilly finally let him go, there had been a good five minutes to figure out what to order. “Hey, I’m Finn. Can I get you a drink to start?” He asked, his accent making it obvious he wasn’t a born and bred New Yorker.

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Reggie loved New York. The pale girl was from Alaska, so she was used to the snow and cold already. The town she was from was small and boring. The entire town was obsessed with sports, and everything in the town had to do with sports. If someone you were trying to get ahold of wasn't at their house, they were at the local diner. Everyone knew everything about everything and everyone. Women didn't work; they stayed home with the kids and raised them. The mother's were in charge of taking the children to sports practices and having dinner on the table. Father's were in charge of getting money to support the children. They were very gender oriented there. And the town was so predictable. 

New York always had something new going on, and that excited Reggie. She always had a new place to eat, a new place to photograph. There were so many people in the town that she knew barely anyone. No one knew her business unless she wanted them to know. No one expected her to be married with children by twenty-five. She was free to be her own person. 

Today's new restaurant was Planet Hollywood. You would think she would've been here by now, seeing as she had been living here for a little while. That was not the case. There were so many other places to eat in this town, and this place was always busting with people. She never had the patience to wait in line. Today, though, she had gotten a table pretty quickly. She sat down, and she scanned their massive menu. She was glad the waiter hadn't come sooner or else she wouldn't have known what she wanted. 

When he did come over, she kept her eyes on the menu, concentrating on what she wanted. She nodded when he spoke, finally forcing herself to pick something. 

"The turkey avocado salad. No dressing, please. And a pink lemonade."

She told him, setting her menu down on the table, finally looking up at him. She smiled up at him. 

"Well aren't you gorgeous."

She told him, batting her eyelashes slightly. 

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[Finnegan Oliver Healy]

Finn liked New York well enough. There was plenty to do and see. He could walk down the same street every day and there would be something different about it every time. It was definitely nothing like back home in Galway, that much was obvious. Then again, he thought most people thought that about their hometown no matter where it was. Eventually if you stayed in the same place for eighteen years or more, everything became mundane; even the things that used to excite you. Finn had been getting to that point when he’d left Galway. And now he had a whole new place to explore and eventually get sick of. It was going to take a hell of a long time to get sick of a place like New York though and Finn knew it well. Luckily for him at least, he didn’t have any plans to leave the city in the immediate future. Eventually, yes but for the time being he was perfectly content with the life he was currently leading. It was a fun ride to be on.

The Irishman didn’t look like anything special. He didn’t look like the typical nerd type, who would be interested in genetics or even the athletic type interested in Football. He probably looked like some hipster kid who liked philosophical topics, expensive organic coffee and skateboarding or long boarding or whatever was on trend at the moment. Reality was a lot less believable than what people on the streets would imagine up about him. He was a man of science, attending school on a soccer scholarship and making his way in the city as a waiter because he wasn’t old enough to tend bar. And really, he wasn’t sure he would want to unless he was covering for someone else. Besides, he liked being a waiter, spending all his time on the floor, dealing with the customers first hand. He really didn’t think he would be able to spend his entire shift slinging drinks all night. He would if he had to, turn it into a chemistry game or something; not that it wouldn’t be interesting without the added science but after a while his mind sort of shut down, put itself on autopilot unless he was doing more than one thing at a time.

The social interaction was the real reason behind Finn getting a job while he was attending school. His scholarship was a full-ride sort. He didn’t actually need to worry about housing or a food plan because it was all taken care of, unless he lived off campus. And Finn felt he really didn’t need to be taking up a bed in the dorms when it could go to someone who actually needed it. It wasn’t anywhere in the papers he’d signed that said he needed to live on campus, so he didn’t. Finn was used to the people who came into the restaurant so he stood there waiting patiently for the woman to make her choices. It was a big menu, plenty of options and unless you had your favourites, it was difficult to choose. He wrote down her order in shorthand to be transferred to the computer when he found the spare time and grinned at her blint remark. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before, since the move but it was still a little strange to hear if he were being honest with himself. “You’re pretty stunning yourself, Love. I’ll be right back with your lemonade.” He said, collecting her menu from the tabletop and turning away. He made quick work of dropping the woman’s order off in the kitchen and getting her drink before bringing it back to her. “One pink lemonade for the pretty girl with no name.”

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<sub>Reggie had no problem speaking her pretty little mind about anything. If she thought someone was being too much of a bitch, she would shut them down. If she thought something was boring, she would say so or just up and leave. Reggie felt that life was too short to just waste it worrying about what people would think of you if you said something that came into your own mind. She felt that if people really wanted to get to know the real you, you should say what was on your mind. After all, it was your mind that those thoughts were coming from. Plus, Reggie was a busy girl. She was busy working on her photography business during the days, and when it came to nights, she was off spending time with people she barely knew at all. She didn't have the time or the energy to pretend to be someone she wasn't. She had learned that lesson when she was a young child forced into dance classes. 

She learned then that if she didn't like something, she needed to speak her mind or else she would be stuck doing it for the rest of her life. Sadly, though, her mom didn't care what Reggie wanted out of life. Reggie's mom expected her to be married by now and starting a family of her own when in reality, Reggie didn't want children. Ever. She didn't even think marriage was for her. She had been with Apollo for years, but they hadn't even fully committed to each other then. They had an open relationship, mostly because they both wanted to sleep around with other people. But they did love each other. That was one thing Reggie did believe in: love. But she didn't believe that you needed a piece of paper from the government to show just how much you loved someone. She also felt that feelings changed as time went on. She didn't believe that there were soul mates in this gigantic world. She thought you could love many, many people throughout your lifetime, and that it was perfectly okay to do so. 

When she heard the waiter speak again, a sly smile crossed across her face. She could tell he wasn't from the states like she was. He had an accent, a pretty thick one, too. And Reggie loved accents. They seemed to make the guy a tad bit more sexier, even if they didn't look sexy to begin with. When he came back, she took the pink lemonade in her hand, taking a sip from the glass. 

"My name is Reggie, Finn, was it?"

She told him, glancing up at him. 

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[Finnegan Oliver Healy]

Finn liked working at Planet Hollywood. It was never a dull moment and he liked not knowing what he was walking into every time he got into work. The antics the group that worked there got up to were probably so far beyond questionable, there was just nothing to say about them anymore but that was part of the fun of the place. He liked the flirty banter that came from standing around the bar a few minutes too long or that came from the tables of women who were out on the prowl. He liked talking sports with the guys who were out on a night and suggesting places to go after their meal was done to the tourists. He was basically one himself so he knew the best places that the locals kept to themselves as well as the best tourist places that wouldn’t cost them a small fortune to take part in.

New York was a place that had something for everyone and that was what was so amazing about it. Finn woke up in the morning unsure of what the day would bring, if Joe, the affable homeless man who claimed the corner by Finn’s as his corner and the abandoned car around the corner as his home, would be there or if he’d be somewhere else trying his luck for a dollar. He never knew if Mel, the drag queen across the alley from him would be dressed as a man or a woman when the calls to Finn started. He’d seen both and in all honesty, it had thrown Finn for a loop the first time, unnerved him the second but he’d quickly gotten over it by the third. It was get over it or be uncomfortable in his kitchen the rest of the time he lived there. “Aye, that it is.” He affirmed, turning his attention away when he heard his name called out. “And that’ll be your salad. I’ll be right back.”

He spun and made a slow procession towards the kitchen, having to stop a couple times because some people at his tables were asking for him. He handed over two bills and made a note for a refill at another table all before he even managed to get to the kitchen. He grabbed the refill and the salad and made his way back stopping for the drink first and smiling when the little kid thanked him like his parents expected him to. It was cute and he knew exactly what it was like; which was probably why his parents never really took their brood of kids out unless it was to their aunt’s restaurant. He stopped back off at the table and slid the turkey salad in front of the woman, Reggie. “A head’s up, love, my shifts over right about now and I’ll be perfectly honest, I’m not sure who’s taking over for me.”

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