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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus left Dean at the bar for a moment to stick his head into the kitchen and ask for two bowls of chef's latest mistake - which were provided almost alarmingly quickly. Seamus carried them back to Dean, pushing the fuller bowl towards his friend. "You'd better not do any more growing," he complained. "I can barely look you in the eyes as it is." He tilted his head up to do just that, his curls falling across his face at the movement.

He pushed them aside with a snort. "Not yet, but it's still early." Seamus knew the name of everyone who'd taken a journal. In fact, he knew the names of most of his customers, though there were a few who'd been regulars in his uncle's day who'd stopped coming after the first few months that Seamus had forgotten. "Cho said she'd been in later, and Ernie and Lavender..." He grinned. Work didn't even really feel like work when so many of his friends were around. All the back room paperwork stuff, though, that felt like work.