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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Good thing your mam loves me, then," Seamus said, smirking. Invading Dean's family home was no more a problem than going to his - though they seemed to do it slightly less often. "You just let me know when the games are on, and I'll -" He paused, the words he'd been intending to say refusing to come and his brain scrambling to come up with any kind of replacement. "Uh. I'll sort our work hours out to fit." The sentence still worked just fine, but it had lost some of the verve with which Seamus had expected to embellish it.

Fortunately, Dean provided a new topic almost instantly and Seamus looked around for the woman who had ordered. He didn't have any kind of official table numbering, though Dominic had offered more than once to set up some kind of magically run system. "There," he said at last, nodding his head in the right direction. "Lady in the pink top." She'd retreated from the bar to sit by the window, but of course Seamus couldn't very well say that.