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friendlyjustin ([info]friendlyjustin) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-16 21:09:00

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Entry tags:character: justin finch-fletchley, character: tristan travers

Justin and Tristan
WHO: Justin and Tristan
WHEN: Sunday Night, November 16th
WHERE: Wingbeat
WHAT: Justin isn't working and he can't sleep. So he goes out.
RATING: R
STATUS:


Since his dinner with Susan, things had been going downhill for him, even worse than that week h'd spent working at the Janus Thickey ward and starting Battlescars at the same time. He knew that he was in a messy situation between Seamus and Wayne and none of it was simple. It would take time to solve and get in order, but until then he found his flat way too quiet for his taste that night. Sighing, he sat at the bar, at Wingbeat, a drink in front of him. He wasn't going to have much more than that glass of red wine, but it still beat having a cup of tea alone at home.

His finger trailed around the edge and he smiled. It was not too busy in there, just enough that he felt comfortable.



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[info]friendlyjustin
2014-12-13 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Justin chuckled and smiled at Tristan. "Let me.." He said softly, unbuttoning quickly three of them before he pulled on the collar of the shirt, taking it off over his head instead of finishing to unbutton it. It tousled his hair and he grinned as he threw his shirt away.. "There you go." He whispered, then reached out to help Tristan out of his own clothes.

"I want you.." he added before leaning in to kiss the other young man deeply.

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