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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus surveyed the room, the towering 'taken' chess men reclining against the wall or floor, all of which would need to be checked for damage and repaired before being shrunk back down for storage until next week. It was officially Dominic's job, but Seamus usually helped out. It could wait until tomorrow.

"Definitely," Seamus agreed. He'd dropped a place on the leaderboard tonight, putting him in fourth. He could probably fix it next week, but it still annoyed him a little. Enough that he fancied something a little harder than his usual beer or cider. That was his story and he was sticking to it. His desire for booze had nothing to do with Dean or Ophelia or Susan. Nothing at all.

He lead the way down the stairs, looking back over his shoulder to ask, "Common Room? Or somewhere quieter?"