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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Wingbeat (evening / night)
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?"