"I certainly wont argue with that," Fin chuckled, smiling as their drinks arrived.

He lounged casually in his seat, lifting his new glass and taking a long drink. When Fin wasn't playing a part that called for it, he almost never sat up straight. He was always leaning against something or slightly hunched. Even now he sat half turned in his chair, one elbow on the table, one foot resting high on one of his chair's legs. It was as if he was physically incapable of sitting normally.