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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus automatically transferred Dean's bowl to the big 'sink' behind the bar. He used cleaning charms more than soap and water, but it was convenient to have somewhere to store things that were waiting. He finished off his own portion, fighting not to wince as a clump of chilii powder that had been stealthily waiting at the bottom of his bowl threatened to make his eyes water.

"Glad my schedule-making meets with your approval," he said, when he felt sure he could talk again. "It's almost as if I'm the boss around here. Almost like maybe it's my name above the door." In truth, he'd worried it would seem arrogant but 'Finnigan's' had just been a simpler, more effective name than anything else he'd been able to come up with. He didn't even feel self-conscious about it any more.

He watched Dean's elaborate pantomime, his own expression deadpan. "You think I love you more than I love this place?" he asked, rolling the long sleeves of his t-shirt up to his elbow. "Really?"