A detective was fitting. No his first guess, but he probably would’ve figured it out given enough time. Finn subconsciously started thinking about anything illegal he might’ve been up to. Nothing, of course, as Finn didn’t do illegal things, but somehow he felt like he was gonna get in trouble for something now.
Shelley came back again, delivering a glass of something very dark—waaay too dark for Finn. He preferred light and fruity. She mentioned open mic night, which explained the crowd. Finn felt he should comment on the situation, but wasn’t sure what to say.
He waited on Shelley to leave, then answered him.
”Yeah, I like it for the most part, although my coworkers tend to leave me to the majority of the work. Being a detective is fun though, right? I mean, you get to carry a gun and hang out with dogs all day, plus you’re helping people.”