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Dean Thomas ([info]artistdean) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-01 12:22:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: millicent bulstrode, character: seamus finnigan

RP: The Name's the Thing
Who: Dean, and Seamus, and OPEN thread
When: Wednesday 1st April
Where: Finnigan's Pub
What: Dean has a shift at the pub, but a bit of an issue with names.
Rating: Potential for Language



Dean was having an awkward day. He'd very nearly called his ex-girlfriend an 'overblown French tart', which was not only a little strong, but also far from the point. Then he'd run into Braith and completely failed to use her first name at all. He had a feeling it was some sort of April Fool's prank. He hadn't worked it out until he opened his journal to see the note from WWW. He began cursing George, only he didn't because that clearly wasn't going to work. He'd ended up owling to postpone a meeting with a potential client because of how difficult he thought it might turn out to be.

He was thankful that he had an afternoon shift at the pub because frankly not calling most people by name was going to cause far less problems in a pub where he might not know people than it was in a client meeting.

As he walked down Diagon (for the exercise) he overheard several people who were clearly suffering from one issue or another. He clearly heard a somewhat familiar figure muttering "Gwenog Jones is going to kill someone for this!", and another person trying to get to describe something with a great many short words.

Pushing open the door to the pub he slipped into the back and dropped off his coat and bag before coming back to the bar.



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Dean and Mils
[info]reinventingmils
2015-04-01 10:15 pm UTC (link)
Well, martinis were right out, and so were margaritas, so Millicent took a second to think as she shrugged off her jacket and tugged down the hem of her jumper. "Can you ma-...mi-...um...put together a Lemondrop?" She settled onto the stool a little bit further, Shrank her satchel to fit into her pocket, and put her chin in her hand. "It's vodka, lemon juice, and a sugared rim." And strong enough, hopefully, to blur any reminders of how her presentation had gone, when she couldn't get her tongue around the city's name. Or the company president's name. Or half the products.

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Dean and Mils
[info]artistdean
2015-04-01 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean nodded readily enough and grabbed the relevant glass, but he'd heard the hesitation and wondered if that was what she really wanted. "Sure, but have you got word troubles from the latest Wheeze?" he asked. "Because if you have you can always write down your preference instead," he said, offering a small piece of parchment and a quill he'd stowed behind the bar just in case. He didn't know what half of the caused conditions were, but they were all tricky in their own ways.

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