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, |
"'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!