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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus' smile waved a little bit. "It must be nice," he murmured, more to himself than to Ron, really. "To be so sure of it." All too often Seamus could only foresee a life in which he would continue to live alone - though of course, there was the pub and the community he was helping to build, but that wasn't quite the same. Realising he'd said too much, he flushed and stood up, carrying his glass to the bar and fetching drinks for them both. This time, he bumped his order to a double and reminded himself he was supposed to be having a good time.

He returned to the table and sank back into his seat, leaving Ron's new drink near his current one and tipping back a quarter of his own in one swallow. "Enough about mothers and children," he decided. "We are young men. How're the Cannons doing? Better than the Wasps and the Catapults this year, right?" It had been a while since he checked, but he was pretty sure he'd heard Dean and Bryn complaining about their teams' poor performances.