Finn Kirkland

Finn puts on his sunglasses as he crossed his legs. He raised the strawberry gin glass in congrats for making it that far in the game. He didn't want to give a flying fuck if he cheated, purposefully failed his teammates, pushed them out of the competition, or anything that would damage them. He just wanted the money and ditch. But inside him; he has this little regret or guilt. Finn shakes his head as he mumbles before drinking more of the gin before scoffing "Yeah. Guilt. I doubt that, I'm Finn Kirkland, my dad owns the Kirkland tea company... who the fuck do these people think they are? I'll prove it to them, I'll prove it to them all-" He jumps when he saw files next to him with the person standing with hands on their hips. He puts down his sunglasses with a glare "The fuck is this?"