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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"The boss," Seamus said, producing the word slowly, letting his gaze go distant. "Yeah, I like that. You should call me that all the time." He met Dean's eyes, trying his hardest to look sexy - and then shattered into his own fit of giggles because it was just not him. He'd always talked the talk more than he'd walked the walk, but not like that and the idea of being anyone's boss in the bedroom did nothing for him.

With the two of them laughing like idiots, they earned a few raised eyebrows but really anyone who'd come into Finnigan's more than once knew to expect this. Seamus scratched gently at his tattoo. The one Dean had designed, the one enchanted to transform on Dean's birthday, among other days. "Sure, you're awesomest" he said when he'd caught his breath. He did love his pub, but he wore his love for Dean on his skin always. He grinned. "But you love me even more than you love mouth-burning chilli concoctions."