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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan's brows raised as he watched Justin down half his glass of wine. "Thirsty?" he said, his voice light. "Or were the girls that terrible at dancing?" He suspected, however, that it was more in reaction to thought of his parents possibly plotting to set him up with someone with the intent to marry her than anything else. That was one good thing about having a father who'd spent most of his son's life in jail and a mother who was... not always in her right mind; no one had ever tried to set him up with someone in the hopes of him getting married. He suspected being the younger of his parents' two surviving children also played a part in that.

As for Finnigan's, well, he'd only been in there a couple of times so far, though he didn't dislike it. "Do you go there frequently?" he asked, honestly curious.