Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus glanced up at the familiar voice and grinned right back. "Don't have to kill me," he said hastily, because they both knew she probably could. He poured her a glass and slid it across the bar with a small green napkin. "On the house, but if you want that vat you'll have to pay for it. And transfigure something into a vat. We don't keep them lying around."
He surveyed her - noting no obvious bumps or bruises, which was better than average when it came to Susan. "So what was wrong with work?" he asked.