"I'll let you know next time." Aarne could only think the more the merrier when it came to going out.

It's no surprise to the Fin when Joe comes waltzing over drunkenly. There's a connection between them, like they are tethered together, since they met. Two of a kind, too much energy, too much chaos, too much of everything for most other people.

"I think Joe's the angel and I'm the devil here." He slings his arm around Joe's neck and takes his bottle of booze for a drink. Now the question was what kind of trouble they could get into.

"Everyone thinks were assholes and terrors."