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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I don't know about how many times you can say it, but I bet if you showed it, that might get the message across." He shrugged a little, taking a sip of his drink. Despite nursing it, it was small enough that it was already half gone. "You know, show up with a handsome man on your arm next time you're forced into a position where you're meant to show up." And if that didn't work, well, at least it wasn't Tristan's family. He doubted his family would care too much if he showed up with a male or a female date to anything just so long as he wasn't practically shagging in front of them.

"Oh you do? How's the owner? Good guy?" Tristan couldn't recall the owner from his own history, which he took as either meaning he had never met him before or that he hadn't made enough of an impact on him to have learned his name to go with his face at school. "I've only been there a couple of times," he added by way of explanation as to why he asked such a question.