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Seamus Finnigan ([info]openbottle) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-31 21:43:00
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Chess
Who: Seamus and Hermione
What: Chess
Where: Finnignan's
When: Sunday evening
Rating: SFW

The pub was always quiet on Sunday nights. Usually Seamus wasn't even downstairs for it, Sunday was his only full day off and after Battlescars, lunch and the Business Bureau there'd be something to do in his flat, whether it was dinner with Dean or planning with Dominic or even paperwork. Tonight, though, the uppermost on his pile of paperwork was the task of dealing with his chef who'd just quit, handing in his two week's notice. Quit because Seamus had shouted at him. He'd deserved the shouting, but that didn't make Seamus feel any better. He'd liked the gruff older man and his culinary mishaps had been amusing. At first.

Seamus carried a Guinness to one of the tables by the window, setting it down and then pulling a pack of cards from his pocket. Dean was at his studio, probably. Seamus didn't actually know for a fact, he didn't keep tabs on him. Anymore. The point was that he wasn't in the bar, which meant Seamus could while away the evening with a round of exploding solitaire. Unless anyone else walked in. (He hoped someone else would walk in! He hated playing alone.)


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