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Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Thank you, dear," Susan said, taking her drink gladly and having a long sip. "My but that is very good! You're an excellent drink mixer Seamus, it's almost like you should open your own bar! I'd even be willing to invest, again" she said, her voice absolutely deadpan.

She looked at Dean and shook her head in wonder. "Well that's the thing innit, I went into work but all my paperwork for the deposition tomorrow had been filed by one of the new clerks, so I went to the shops and it was quiet, so I went home and had basically the entire day to myself!"

"I'm sorry charming, but I think it may be time to actually face facts: the man is at the very least a impertinent dickhead if he reacts to being asked to lift his game by dropping his game. You don't have to put up with someone like that!"

Susan winced and gasped. "Goodness, I hope poor Davies will be okay. The bats are playing viciously, I hope they-" she paused to listen as the Arrows' beater scattered the Bat's chasers, allowing an apparently irritated Flint to score a goal." She clapped and kissed Dean on the forehead. "That's more like it. Now, tell me all about this apparently divine jewellery that the French lass of yours makes."