Text || Finntana
Santana: Yeah, you seem fine what with all the angst and drinking.
Santana: I'm sorry, Finn. I don't know what else to say.
Santana: Kitty?! You slept with her? I want to be more surprised but she I wouldn't put it past her to sleep her way through the whole football team.
Santana: Sorry. That wasn't helping. It's just a lot to take in and it's not even happening to me. I don't blame you for wanting to forget, even for a night.
[a beat later]
Santana: Give me a call whenever you manage to pry yourself out of bed tomorrow. We can talk about it then, alright?
Finn: Don't forget the drugs.
Finn: /:
Finn: Mhm, dos...ro si ti tres? Meh.
Finn: Gracais.
Finn: bueno, mI ognna og adn selep itwh Meagan own.