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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean could imagine new customers coming in and flirting with his best friend. He'd seen it a time or two when they were both working or he'd been at the pub while Seamus was. It was always a little galling that it was happening to Seamus and not him. Although the fact it was often women who would never stand a chance made it less so. "Yeah, true, I guess. It happened at the café too and of that lot precisely two people made me think it was going anywhere. Not exactly a model of sowing wild oats over here either." He rolled his eyes. They both had trust issues, although for different reasons, and the middle of the pub wasn't usually a place it got discussed.

Dean snatched his arm suddenly out of Seamus' grasp at the suggestion of fake dating his sister. "Circe on a stick, Seamus why the hell would you suggest that! That's creepy and wrong. Why would you...? Never suggest anything like that again." Logically he knew Seamus was joking, but unfortunately logic wasn't always on his side these days and something had snapped and suddenly Dean was standing, his voice raised, and wand in hand, although it wasn't actually pointed at Seamus. He was breathing hard, staring down at his friend, rage coursing through him as his fight or flight response engaged.