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Tweak says, "relax! don't do it!"

Susan Amelia Bones (susanamybones) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-05 22:28:00

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character: dean thomas, character: eddie carmichael, character: ernie macmillan, character: hannah abbott, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: megan stewart, character: seamus finnigan, character: susan bones, status: complete

RP: Dinner!
Who: Susan, Dean, Eddie, Ernie, Hannah, Justin, Megan, Rolf, Rose and Seamus.

Where: Susan's flat

When: Friday 5th September, 7pm

Rating: SFW

To say that Susan had had an interesting day was perhaps one of the greatest understatements since 'Hey, if we point sticks at one another our magic is scarier!' Her day had been equal parts annoying, awesome, and confusing, and the prospect of having her friends around for dinner had been one of the things that had kept her powering through her sleep deprived state. The brandy and wine at Rose's had helped too. Still, she had just enough time after seeing Rose to rush to the supermarket and buy panic buy enough products to feed a Quidditch match.

Two hours later: her kitchen smelled amazing, and she'd managed enough just enough downtime to slip into a cute little dress. She was just vaguely wondering where all the people were when the doorbell rang, and the first of her guests arrived.

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outofthewild
2014-09-06 02:12 am UTC (link)

Rolf was, as per usual for pretty much everything except for work (and even then, some times...), running a little late. Not so much that Susan need to smack him, but enough that he wouldn't be able to help but apologize profusely. He always seemed to get caught up in something and lose track of time. He had flowers though, he'd anticipated himself, and smile on his face as he arrived, hopeful that Susan wouldn't be too put out at him.

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susanamybones
2014-09-06 11:51 am UTC (link)

Susan opened the door to see Rolf standing sheepishly and holding a giant bouquet of Black-eyed Susans and daisies out as if in supplication. Grinning she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "Hello darling, did you know you're the second man to give me a bunch of daisies today?" Leading him into the house, she felt a flush colour her cheeks. "Of course, I don't intend to shag you like I did him. Not that I planned to shag him you understand." Oh Godric, Shut up Susan! Shut up! she thought in horror, thinking of the ridiculous amounts of brandy she'd consumed that day with Rose. "Anyway, Ernie and Justin are in the living room talking, why don't I take these flowers and put them in a vase. Then bludgeon myself in the head with it?"

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outofthewild
2014-09-06 11:59 am UTC (link)

Rolf hugged her and kissed her cheek as well, comfortable being affectionate with her because he tended to be comfortable with her. He blinked a bit as she started talking and then flushed a bit as well. It really wasn't hard to fluster him when it came to compliments and talk of shagging. Especially when he was mentioned.

"Ah well, okay then," he said. It was a confusing moment -- since Susan was attractive, after all, though apparently kind of sort of taken? And she'd never shown interest like that in him, anyway, and he had never been around much to develop much interest in anyone in England. Plus he was simply fluster, so his brain went around and around for a moment.

"No bludgeoning," he told her, grinning a little and managing to slow his hamster-wheel brain for a moment. He couldn't imagine she'd meant to say all that to him, anyway. "Sorry I'm a few minutes late." He tugged a lock of her hair and grinned, doing his best to soothe her fluster since he was better at helping others than he ever was at helping himself.

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susanamybones
2014-09-06 01:36 pm UTC (link)

Susan winced as Rolf's expression flittered from confusion to arousal and then to alarm. "Thank you, dear heart," she said, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. "The flowers are absolutely beautiful!"

She laughed and crossed her heart. "I promise to not bludgeon myself, and really you're not late! Seven was just a vague guideline with the understanding that we wouldn't eat 'til about eight thirty anyway." She ushered him along the hall and deposited him in the living room on one of the comfortable couches.

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outofthewild
2014-09-06 01:41 pm UTC (link)

"You're welcome," he said. He'd been raised around what occasionally felt like an inordinate amount of females, and so he just took her cues and followed her into the other room. He moved stiffly, trying not to limp but feeling his pains more than usually tonight after the overly active morning of chasing an overly large rabbit. He'd overdone it, not that he wanted to admit it.

"Oh good. I hate when I'm late." Not that it kept him from being late, unfortunately -- it was an unfortunate thing with him sometimes, his single-mindedness when he focussed on something. He eased onto the couch, smiling at the two men already in there. "Hello, all," he greeted.

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