Eggnog
Finneas Schmoe ; 2111


Anyone who knows him would say that he's a happy man. Oh, that Finneas? He's always on about something or another. Eager to share his love of nonsense with any unlucky schmuck who happens to cross his path. Finneas Schmoe? Why, he's such a chipper chap, bumbling about with two left feet and not a care in the world, he is!

And he liked that. He liked it so very much.

He liked that he could laugh and that others would laugh along. It didn't matter if it was with him or at his expense, so long as he could give others a reason to forget their sorrows, even if only for a moment. He liked that he could dissipate other's discomfort, though he quite often felt out of place and uncomfortable himself. The twitch of a stranger's lips, the exhale before boisterous laughter, the quiet sigh of relief - these were the moments he lived for.

And by all accounts Finneas Schmoe is a happy man. But when he is home for Christmas, he is only pouring eggnog for one. And that can be a very lonely thing indeed.