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Tweak says, "call me....NOT!"

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

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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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openbottle
2015-04-16 11:58 am UTC (link)

Seamus huffed. "Of course we do," he pointed out. "Some of us know how to be loyal." It was true that, before Hogwarts, Seamus had supported his nearest Northern Irish team - and still did, in a vague sort of way, but he'd never dream of switching his English allegiance from West Ham. He gave Dean a friendly sort of nudge as he spoke, then darted away before Dean could retaliate.

He watched as Dean wondered over to the correct table and delivered the food, smiling when he returned. "Mm," he agreed. "It must be good for sales, though, or George would stop it." He frowned slightly, considering his words. "Well. Might not. It is George."

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artistdean
2015-04-16 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Dean just rolled his eyes about the loyalty comment. He was plenty loyal. The nudge, however, he was about to retaliate to by chasing Seamus when a customer walked up to the bar and he had to turn away to serve them. He gave Seamus a pointed look.

"I seriously doubt it'd stop him," he said, but he was distracted. For one thing the woman's speech pattern had made him think, and for another Seamus seemed to know what was going on with her since he must have taken her order. Which meant that maybe she had the same problem Seamus did. He squinted at Seamus again. The phrase he was used to hearing was 'ta very much', and he'd sort of been thinking that it was longer words that Seamus had a problem with, but very wasn't long, then again neither was pasta. Ve-ry, pas-ta, and now that he thought about it chi-cken, spin-ach. He tried to review what else Seamus had said to him since he arrived. He couldn't think of anything longer than a syllable that Seamus had said to him. How could he test the theory though? He racked his brain, trying to think of something that would force Seamus to either get really creative to avoid a word, or acknowledge that Dean had worked it out. Of course while Dean's actual poker face the few times he'd tried playing poker wasn't terrible, unless he was actively trying his face tended to be a bit of a giveaway.

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openbottle
2015-04-20 10:17 pm UTC (link)

"There has to come a point," Seamus said, though he wasn't 100% convinced himself. His business seemed to mean a lot to George, and Seamus was pretty sure he'd call any particular prank to a halt before the point it threatened to run his shop into financial ruin- but probably not pranking in general.

He was about to expand on his theory, carefully, when he noticed Dean's face. Seamus had to smother a laugh. He waited, pretty patiently, for Dean to come back from his musings. "So cute when you think you know some thing I don't." Whatever magic was in the chocolates forced him to hit 'some thing' a little weirdly, distinguishing it from the more natural pronunciation of 'something'. "You only get one guess."

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artistdean
2015-04-20 10:29 pm UTC (link)

Dean shrugged. "Eh, probably, but then again I remember the common room, testing on the firsties," he said. Of course that reminded him of Fred and his smile was slightly sad. "Although you're right, there probably is a point, even I'm not sure what it is." He also knew that George had always made sure everything was safe before it actually went on the market.

He groaned when it became obvious his face had given him away. How to word it. "I think," he said slowly, "I think you can't say words with more than one... what's the word? Sound thing? Syllable!" he said triumphantly, dredging up the word from a long-forgotten English class.

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openbottle
2015-04-21 12:44 pm UTC (link)

Seamus was a little surprised that Dean chose to guess right away rather than pressing him for further evidence - but he grinned broadly as Dean muddled his way through the sentence. "Smart man," he said, holding up a hand for a high five, even though he'd technically lost their bet. Dean had won, and what were best friends for if not to share in their triumphs? "Guess this means you get cake."

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artistdean
2015-04-21 02:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean returned the high five with a grin. "All the cake is mine!" he crowed, and then grinned. "Well, no, I'll share, but that doesn't sound as good." He did a silly little victory dance that was more of a wiggle with his hands in the air than anything else.

"I was trying to think of something to force you to try and say, but I couldn't think of anything," he said and shrugged.

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openbottle
2015-04-22 01:42 pm UTC (link)

Seamus's instinct was to wrap his arms around Dean's suddenly-available waist as hie wiggled - so he did, being careful to approach from directly in front of Dean so he wouldn't feel ambushed. "All the cake?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when he let Dean go. "I did not say that. One cake. Just one." He held up a finger to be utterly clear about this point, but he was grinning nonetheless.

"It's not so bad," he agreed. "Thank god your name is 'Dean'. I could not fool Bones or... cub." It felt weird using his nickname for Dennis when he wasn't around, but both 'Dennis' and 'Creevey' were off limits right now.

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artistdean
2015-04-22 03:01 pm UTC (link)

Dean just grinned more as Seamus came and hugged him, still wiggling for a couple of seconds before wrapping his arms around him. He let Seamus go as his arms relaxed. "True, but if you get a large enough cake I will share it with you," he promised.

He snorted at Seamus little work-around, not that he'd have done much better himself at the moment. "At least you can say some names. I mean the overblown French tart thing was funny in my head, but not all that helpful on the whole trying to be professional thing." He shrugged and nudged Seamus.

"We should probably do work," he said, gesturing vaguely to the rest of the pub. Not that it was all that busy, but there was always a little something to do.

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