Seamus and Open
Seamus returned from the back room with another crate of butterbeer. Despite the crowd being decidedly of legal drinking age, it seemed to be the beverage of choice that particular evening. Perhaps it had something to do with the unseasonable chill in the air. It was still August and the sky had been blue but Seamus had still felt under-dressed in his faded Kenmare t-shirt.
"Right," he said, returning to his position behind the bar. "Who was next?"