Dennis and Genie and Open
Dennis wandered into Finnigan's with a happy smile on his face. Well, he would have told you that he wandered in. Perhaps a less charitable soul would have said that he 'bounced' into the pub, or even 'sauntered' but Dennis didn't give a flying toss about them because he was happy. He'd just been told that he had not one, not two, but three articles set to be published in the paper over the weekend, and decided that it was the perfect time to stop by the pub and have a pint. Also possibly to make Seamus feel bad about forgetting his birthday.
He sat down at a table right across from a pretty - though clearly hungover - woman just as she ordered enough food to feed four people comfortably. Despite himself, Dennis felt his curiosity piqued (if by 'despite himself' you meant 'in accordance with his normal personality' and he did.) "A bit peckish are you," he asked the woman by way of greeting, smiling at her lazily. "I know the feeling though, not enough sleep and too much going on eh?"