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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean stood awkwardly waiting for Jess to return. He was half tempted to make himself coffee just so he had something to do. Given that they were likely to be leaving in about three minutes it seemed like a stupid thing to do. He couldn't quite think of anything else to say.

Thankfully Jess returned quickly and he managed to smile brightly at her and re-zip his jacket, push off the counter and move towards the door.

"C'mon, sis, show us this place and tell us about whatever you were doing last night that left you like a troll with a sore head," he said, feeling slightly fake still.

Jess lead them back down the stairs and then squinted, looking between the pair of them with calculation. "The college had a thing, I drank a couple too many and got to bed at three, not that you actually care that much. You're deflecting. The pair of you. You need to kiss and make up," she said, giving them both significant looks. "Not actually kiss, because I am well aware of that particular argument thanks, but my point stands. You're being weird. Both of you."

Dean groaned and followed as Jess strode off quickly towards wherever it was she'd booked a table at. He shot Seamus an apologetic look, wondering if they could paper over the cracks at least long enough to fool Jess, since he had a feeling this wasn't really the time to make real progress with whatever it was they were trying to do to each other. "Jess," he said, feeling and sounding slightly like a whining child.