Finn "Mad Dog" Callahan

Le Rêve Éveillé. The pretentious French name was a mouthful, even in Finn's head. With a scowl, he shoved through the polished oak doors into a world of white linens, sparkling silverware, and the tinkling of a grand piano. All courtesy of another delightful setup by Patricia Fucking Callahan.\nFinn tugged at his collar, feeling like a trussed up turkey in the pressed shirt and tie his mother insisted he wear. Always dress to impress, Finny. Her voice rang in his head. He'd rather be in sweats, swilling beer and watching the game with the boys.",")(edited based on rules) ".",