Urinal Meetings

Finn was always a bit nervous about Public Bathrooms. Now don't get him wrong, he's a very mature 19 year old guy with a talent for skateboarding and a (I have to add this detail in,) wonderfully soft beard, but ew, public bathrooms. He's not a picky child, really. But when it comes to hygiene... well. He walked into the bathrooms and cringed at the smell. When was the last time someone gave this place a good rinse? Finn shuddered, but he really needed to pee. His bladder was feeling close to the eruption, so he pulled down his pants and headed to the urinal. He let his under pants slip down, and peed. (How the heck am I supposed to describe the sensation of peeing, anyway?) Back to topic. He looked around whilst 'relieving himself'. His eyes flickered upon the showers which were -- Ew is that pubic hair?! Finn narrowed his eyes and shook his head in disgust as he moved his head back to his urinal. Blegh. Gross. "Damn, does no one ever clean this place?" he muttered.

Finn almost snorted. Really? Out of all places this kid could stand, he had to stand next to Finn? But then Finn realized the other Urinals were out of order. F*ck. Finn pulled up his pants slowly eyeing the guy awkwardly from the side. He zipped his pants up and grinned. "Well, I guess I hate it just as much as you when people stand next to me whilst I'm peeing." He said and went over to wash his hands with the 'Jolly Jasmine Soap.' Ugh. Aphrodite Kids. "So, who's your Godly Parent? Or, whats your name, even?" He said and whilst drying his hands with a cold towel.

Finn nodded, eyes wide with intrest. "Oceanus, eh? Demi Titan? Nice to make your aquaintance, I'm Finn Hopkins." He smiled, then added, "Son Of Holler." He was going to lead off with another question, namely: So, what brings you here? But that was terribly ridicolous. He came here to pee. Duh. He almsot slapped himself for nearly asking that. He smelled his hands. "Man, I sure marinated myself in this soap." He said and make a disgusted face. "It's smells almost as perfumated as the Aphrodite girls themselves."

Finn shrugged. "Holler, Norse God of disease, chaos and destruction." He grinned at Wolfgangs next comment. "Yeah, atleast some Demeter Girls are hot." He shrugged once more and yawned. "Hey, how old are you?" He asked, smiling politely. He had to ask, some people had a problem with him being 19. But you never knew.

Finn grinned slightly, rearranging his Ear Piercings. "I would say so myself, but I'm not gay." He said, still grinning, this time his eyebrows raised up. "What? Oh, so you saw my butt? I'm surprised it did not blind you with it's beauty." He said and stretched. "Right, maybe we should go outside. The stank's killing me." He said, his words almost filling to the rim with a Canadian Accent. He never really talked in that accent, sometimes it just popped up like...Finn pushed the word away and replaced his confused-ness with a bright smile. "Ladies first, then." He said and walked out. His skateboard was perched against the wall.

Finn smirked Wolfgangs words, not adding any words of his own though. "How is it, being an Oceanus kid? Does it get you lots of girls?" He said and smiled at him from the side, then bending down to fiddle with the wheels on his skateboard, taking the rim of his t-shirt to clean them slightly. They were fairly muddy and Finn hated grime. He was a bit of a perfectionist, after all. He sighed and rearranged his Denim Sleevless jacket, and smiled yet another time.

OOC: Just for the record, Finn isn't gay. ;D

Finn grinned. "Oh, yeah, probably. And like the Aphrodite kid would've sprayed Perfume over her own dead body." He said and laughed. He fidgeted with the buttons on his Jacket and then focused back on Wolfgang. "This may come out really, really weird, but what's your biggest dream?" He asked, sincere curioss-ness popping up in his head. Finn realized it was getting warmer and warmer, probably Dionysus was fiddling around with the weather. Finn brushed back his hair with his fingers and took off his denim jacket, leaving him standing in a simple Black T-Shirt. He put his hands in his pockets and grinned. "'S gettin' warmer." He said and raised his eyebrows.