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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-19 14:54:00

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character: millicent bulstrode, character: seamus finnigan

Kiss Me I'm Irish
Who: Seamus and OPEN
What: Drunken!Seamus (at last)
Where: Finnigan's / Wingbeat
When: Thursday 19th, afternoon til late
Rating: SFW - for now

OOC: I've got a Finnigan's thread and a Wingbeat thread. Someone please come play with me :-D

St Patrick's Day itself had been a relatively sober day for Seamus - though not for many of his customers; a fact he planned to make up for in full tonight. No Irishman should ever struggle to remember the last time he got drunk, and yet Seamus honestly couldn't put a date to it. After working the morning shift, Seamus-the-boss said his goodbyes and disappeared upstairs to change into his 'Kiss Me I'm Irish' t-shirt and a slightly nicer pair of jeans. While he was there, he managed to knock up some lunch and leave out water and a hangover potion for when he got back. He was taking the whole afternoon and evening off today, but he'd need to be in work as usual tomorrow so best to be prepared.

An hour and change later, he reappeared in Finnigan's Common Room - this time as a customer. It was still early afternoon, the pub not yet busy with its post-work crowd, and so Seamus slid up to the customer side of the bar. "First round's on me!" he declared. "I think I'll start with a Guinness and then work my way up."

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	Finnigans (late afternoon / early evening) openbottle 2015-03-19 03:07 pm UTC (link)
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Wingbeat (evening / night)

openbottle
2015-03-19 03:18 pm UTC (link)

By the time Wingbeat opened, Seamus's inhibitions were delightfully relaxed and his volume control had flown off out the window. "I'll see ye all tomorrow!" he shouted to his staff, who responded by shooing him towards the door. Seamus obliged, bumping into a customer just coming in and apologising with a noisy kiss to the cheek.

The night air was cool but it didn't bother him much on his way down Monument Alley to the club. He still had galleons and sickles aplenty jingling in his pockets, more than enough to cover the entry fee and his evening's drink. Seamus had stayed at Finnigan's longer than he'd thought; the club was already busy. He meandered his way towards the bar - stopping when a bright green drink in a tall glass caught his eye. "I want one of those!" he declared, looking up at the person holding it. "What is it?"

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Wingbeat

reinventingmils
2015-03-21 11:12 pm UTC (link)

This was precisely what the Healer had ordered. Mils turned away from the bar, drink in hand, and started for the tables, determined to find a seat if she had to levitate someone out of theirs. But that was easier said than done: every few steps or turns through the crowd, someone yelled her name, and still riding the high of getting through the final week without Rich at work, Mils stopped for each one, gossiping and laughing and giving air-kisses until finally she noticed she'd sipped through her drink, and her glass was tragically empty.

The schoolmate she was currently chatting up squealed when she mentioned heading back to the bar. "You need to get a Jade!" she shouted into Mils' ear, pulling her closer as someone pushed past them. "The bartender made me a really good one, and it's Slytherin green in a glass! I'll buy you one!"

Well, she was sold. Mils let herself be tugged back to the bar, where one Jade turned into one Jade, two Shamrock Shooters, an Irish Frost shot, and a handful of chips, before Mils begged off with a laugh because she needed to get onto the dance floor sometime tonight. She slid off of her stool a little bit liquidly, accepted her second Jade with an air-kiss and a promise to meet up for lunch, and turned herself toward the dance floor with a lazy smile and a shake of her hair, lengthened specially for the evening. She felt loose, and free -- enough to dance, which was good, because she was ready to shake off the office and be a girl in a good-looking outfit out for some fun. She waved to one of the girls from Finance as she passed, then halted as someone stopped in front of her.

"It's a Jade!" Mils held up her glass almost conspiratorially, only belatedly realising the man in front of her was one of Potter's Gryffindors. And of course Finnigan was bright-eyed and loud, which probably meant he'd had a little something before getting here, but Mils was too relaxed to care about any of that just now. Life was good, and she did like his pub, so...whatever. She almost offered him a taste, out of habit from when she went out with Pansy or Dora, or even Adi, then paused mid-action. "The bartenders are doing a really good job tonight."

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Seamus/Mils

openbottle
2015-03-23 02:12 pm UTC (link)

"'Course they are," Seamus agreed, nodding enthusiastically despite the fact he hadn't even made it to the bar yet. "It's Paddy's day. Sort of." He had no objection to stretching out the holiday as long as possible - and a Thursday night just made the most sense for him personally, if he couldn't celebrate properly on the day itself. He looked around at the press of people on every side, none close enough to be a problem but all laughing and dancing and having fun. He grinned - delighted by the sheer number of people in green, even two days after the event.

His gaze turned back to the woman in front of him - belatedly recognising her from chess club. "Millicent, right?" Had he been sober, he'd have been a lot more sure of his claim - he was, actually, good with faces and names of his customers, as well as knowing that his regulars drank. Right now, though, the world was pleasantly fuzzy around the edges and she could have been Millicent, or Melissa, or perhaps even Malory. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, forgetting for a moment that this whole conversation had begun because she already had one. Not to be defeated when realisation did come, he added, "It's lucky to be bought a drink by a proper Irishman on Paddy's day." He was making that up completely, but what the hell? He was cheerful and generous and there were green drinks to be bought and kisses to be exchanged!

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