John wasn't sure what he enjoyed more: the sweet champagne that graced his tongue, or the finger food that circulated around by way of waiter. If there was one thing for sure, however, it was that both couldn't compare to the warm atmosphere of the wedding reception.

The bride and groom had gone all out with their post-ceremony reception, having hired out one of the most expensive, most expansive venues that he'd ever seen. They'd hired professional caterers, servers, and even a miniature orchestra to play tinkling, fancy classical music. The musicians played a combination of iconic classics and unique twists on modern music, modulated into a more classical vibe, which gave John the feeling of...upper-class. This wasn't normally his kind of 'party', but he was friends with the groom, and the bride came from a very affluent family. John tried to be on his best behaviour for his friend's sake but, thankfully, he wasn't the best man.

"Enjoying the reception?" As John sipped his drink, he was briefly startled by the voice of someone presumably addressing him. He turned his head to see a canine with pristine white fur and peculiar black-tipped feathers atop his head, wearing a suit similar to his own. Thick fur bulked out the canine's neck and just barely fit into the collar of his shirt, giving him a strangely puffy look, but he didn't seem to mind. When their eyes locked, the canine raised his glass, running his gaze over John's face. John could only assume that the canine was taking in his features-- whether that was the black marks beneath his eyes or the mop of hair atop his brown-furred, otter head, he couldn't be sure.

"Uh...yeah, it's alright," John took another large sip of his drink. "Wish the booze was a little stronger."

"More of a hard liquor kind of guy, huh?" The canine smirked. "Can't say the same. I've something of a sweet tooth...love your suit, by the way."

"Oh, thanks," John looked down at his black jacket and trousers, his top loosened slightly to allow him to, well, breathe a little. "One of my grandfather's old suits. I've always liked it."

"It suits you." The canine stifled a chuckle at his pun. His mild laughter was surprisingly infectuous and John couldn't help but grin in response, glancing at him before sweeping his gaze over the reception floor. The two of them stood towards the side, not quite in the corner but definitely up against the wall, out of sight from most people. John didn't really know anyone here bar the groom and a couple of their mutual friends...though he was the type to socialise, he fell flat with strangers-- most, anyway.

"Oh!" The canine suddenly exclaimed, swapping the hand he held his glass in before holding out the other. "I'm Finn, by the way."

"John," The otter introduced himself and reached out, surprised to find that Finn's hand was distinctly scaly, rather than furry. "You're a..."

"Hybrid, yeah," Finn grinned. "Part dog, part bird...all cool."

A chuckle escaped his muzzle, but he looked decidedly awkward about his joke. He relaxed when John joined in with his amusement, however.

"Hey, you'll get no complaint from me," John holds up his hand and glass in surrender. "I don't have anything against...well, anyone."

"Good...though, not that I was worried," Finn mused, taking a quick, brave swig of his champagne. "You don't seem like the type."

"Oh yeah?" John raises his eyebrows, thumbing the stem of his wine glass. "What kind of type do I seem like?"

"Well..." Finn cleared his throat and got a little closer, looking out to the other reception guests as he talked, his head not that far from John's own. "You strike me as the type who likes to be a little risky...maybe even adventurous?"

"...That's a pretty good guess," John smiled even wider, his eyes lidding over  a little. "What else do you think I'm capable of?"

"Compassion..." Finn muttered, glancing at the otter out the corner of his eye. "Perhaps a little bit of intimacy."

A crackling silence fell between them for a moment. Finn reached up with a hand and trailed his fingers across John's suit, up towards the collar, and felt it between his thumb and forefinger. The tension between them was obvious and John hesitated for a moment, his breathing slow, his heart hammering in his chest. Finn drew his head closer and John didn't resist, even as their muzzles touched. As the slow, sensual classical music swam through the room, John was faced with a sparking delight as his lips met with the stranger's own. His body danced with euphoria and a rush surged over him that made him want to lean closer...but it was Finn, however, who seemed to quake. For all his bravado and flirtation, he trembled, overwhelmed by what John could only assume to be a similar feeling. Their kiss lingered for what felt like an eternity before Finn slowly pulled away, opening his eyes.

After a moment, the hybrid pulled back and cleared his throat, looking visibly flushed. John was much of the same, though he found himself grinning, reaching up to touch his muzzle. Finn's hand still remained on John's body, and he didn't remove it.

"While that might be true..." John began, breaking the silence between them. "We barely know each other."

"We've the rest of the evening," Finn pointed out, his hand lingering against John's chest for a few moments before he pulled it back. "Plenty of time to...get to know one-another."

John looked at Finn out the corner of his eye, straightened himself up, and then grinned. He reached his hand back and pressed his fingers to the small of Finn's back.

"Alright," He agreed. "So...tell me about yourself."