"Oh come on now!" Seamus said, protesting as he rocked back and forth on his heels as he surveyed the pub and nodded at the table that Dean had picked out. As much as sitting on a stool at the bar was fun, a table with chairs that had back support would probably be more useful to them. After all, if Seamus got drunk, something had to keep him sitting up and it surely wasn't going to be his own willpower. That was the first thing to go once he got drunk, right after his sobriety and ability to keep his pants on. Luckily, Seamus wasn't really looking to take off his pants and dance around on the table that night. That, while amusing, didn't pull many girls. Or any at all. "You don't know for sure that Seamus Jr. and Dean Jr. are mine."
Grinning wide, he ordered up a pint of whatever was on the tap before kicking Dean lightly under the table and leaning forward on his elbows, hands supporting his chin as he pinned Dean with a wide eyed stare. "And you know that harlot tricked me into marriage. There was some shiftiness going on. The Imperius Curse I say!" There was very little that Seamus couldn't turn around and twist to his own liking.
"Anyway, we have an arrangement. What I do on my nights 'off' is my own business and what she does is hers, as long as she has dinner waiting when I get back." Seamus, if he was ever manged to be convinced that marriage was a good idea, would no doubt make a lousy husband. Or so he thought. People had a way of changing when they were thrown into such situations. "Anyway, I'm with you." He pouted now. "They all seem to like you better than me these days." Ginny Weasley didn't go after him now, did she? But with good reason. Dean was tall, had muscles that Seamus didn't, a smile that made knickers drop, and handsome in a way that made girls (and some boys) swoon. For a second, Seamus got caught up in staring at his best mate and mentally listing his good qualities, before catching himself and shaking himself out of that.
"Doesn't matter! In a few days, we'll be back on the Hogwarts Express and up to our elbows in birds." Seamus was determined to have a full and active social life this year, because while he knew there was a war going on - and you had to be braindead to not know that - he wasn't quite dead yet and wasn't going to stop living his life.