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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Looking at Dean, Rose shook her head, almost regretfully, then held up two fingers, barely half an inch apart. “Little bit,” she admitted, “a little țuică, some red wine, and… more țuică.” She really hadn’t meant for it to go like that, but there was no way she could possibly plausibly deny it, not when Dean had called her so accurately on it. That concern, however, was quickly pushed to the back of her mind when Dean revealed something about himself that not only did Rose not know, but it also intrigued her greatly. “You paint?” she burst out with a bright grin. “Oh, I never got the hang of using a brush, so I’m sticking to pencils and quills.”

And just as she felt dangerously close to another blather attack, dear, sweet, blessedly gorgeous Susan appeared and saved her. Rose breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Seamus and Dean already knew, and quickly poured herself a glass of water.

“When he paints,” she oh so helpfully concluded Seamus’ statement about Dean, then looked to Seamus, though her eyes went back and forth between them as she continued, because maybe they could help out here. “But yes, yes, she was being Susan and Eddie was being Eddie and that’s why we had the țuică and the red wine and the țuică and he’s still being Eddie-“ Rose cut herself off and looked up at Susan. “Shouldn’t Eddie be here tonight?”