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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Despite continuing to feel rushed off his feet nearly constantly, Seamus's mood was better than it had been in a few weeks. He'd spent Bonfire Night with Dean, Friday night with Justin and Sunday actually relaxing - after Battlescars, of course. With Halloween and Bonfire Night out of the way, the only thing he needed to focus on was Christmas. The holiday seemed to be racing towards them, and Seamus had already had to abandon several castles-in-the-air that he simply wouldn't have time to organise. One of these days, he'd sit down and draw up an actual plan.

But today was not that day. Today, all he had to do was stand behind the bar for a few hours, then have lunch with Neville. His evening was relatively open - he wasn't officially working, but he'd probably put in a few more hours anyway. Then there was really no need for him to oversee Gobstones, so he could take the evening off. Maybe actually cook - it had been a while. He'd spotted Neville's arrival but had been in the middle of pouring an order so it took him a few moments before he ambled over with two menus. "Hi," he said brightly, sitting down in the free chair. "How are you, Nev?"