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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean hadn't been sitting with his drink long, idly half listening to the other guys chatting when Seamus arrived, staring around Susan's living room. He was always both pleased and mildly embarrassed to see his work hanging up, although clearly she hadn't been lying about how persuasive the gallery team had been at the Afremov exhibit. There were three of them scattered about the room. Thankfully none were the ones that reminded him of his nightmares which he'd had to skip past at the gallery.

Just as he was debating going up and taking a closer look at the wet street to examine the profusion of colours in the top corner when Susan brought Seamus through. He'd heard someone come to the door, of course, but he hadn't known who it was. He caught the word slut and opened his mouth to ask his question again, only to have drink talk cut him off.

"Hey. Did she tell you who, or what that was all about?" he asked, finally looking at Seamus properly. "And what happened to you? You're all relaxed. Did you get a new chef at last?"