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Seamus Finnigan ([info]openbottle) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-29 13:08:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

Come upstairs...
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Tipsy Seamus wants to have dinner with his best mate
Where: Finnigan's / Seamus's Flat
When: Friday 29th May, evening
Rating: SFW for now. There might be language later.

Seamus couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. Victis Honor Day was over, he was healthy (on his mam's orders, he'd even been to a Healer to make sure), the pub was running smoothly. For all that, though, something was definitely off with Seamus's world. It was like he'd accidentally pissed someone off, but he didn't know who or how.

He tried to ignore it as he worked. He'd taken over The Roost for Friday afternoon, trying out new cocktail recipes. Some were from Marietta's book that he'd borrowed, others were more or less his own invention, albeit inspired by combinations he knew worked. His tastes had matured over the years and he'd somehow gone from hating marzipan and all similar products to grudgingly accepting that he liked them now. He'd discovered that amaretto went really well with fruit juices of all kinds, and was experimenting while seated on the floor, bottles spread around him in every direction.

He'd been at it for a few hours and though he wasn't finishing the cocktails he made (unless they were really good), he was starting to feel the effects. When he laughed for five minutes over accidentally making the 'Hawaiian Volcano' upside down (with the red on top of the yellow, instead of vice versa) he decided it was about time he gave up for the night. He stood, the world wobbling around him as the alcohol in his system finally soaked through. It took a lot longer than it should have to tidy everything away, and when he was done he headed downstairs in search of food and Dean.

He had no particular reason to believe Dean would be in the pub, except that he seemed to have been there most nights this week - just hanging out, sketching or people-watching while Seamus worked. A somewhat unstable search eventually turned Dean up at a table in the corner. "Deano!" Seamus didn't know whether to hug Dean or sit down - so he tried to do both, and nearly missed the chair in the process. "Whoops. Hi! I'm hungry."


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[info]artistdean
2015-05-29 02:15 pm UTC (link)
Dean had been hanging around the pub more than he had for quite a while. Of course prior to his relationship with Ophelia he had been there a few evenings a week relatively regularly, but this week was far more than he had in a while. He'd just... wanted to be there. He knew he was possibly acting like a lovestruck teenager mooning over their crush, but he honestly liked being at the pub too as long as he stuck to the quieter corners.

He hadn't registered Seamus approaching to start, although he had noticed that he hadn't been behind the bar when he'd bought a drink as he came in. His name made him look up and smile though. Then he registered the slight unsteadiness in Seamus' last couple of steps to the table. He was about to stand up and hug him, but Seamus was ahead of him, bright grin and all. "Hi, Seamus," he said, slightly amused. From this close, along with the rather interesting approach to sitting, it was pretty clear he was pretty heavily tipsy. "That's good. I'm guessing also tipsy?" he asked, grinning back.

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[info]openbottle
2015-05-29 04:10 pm UTC (link)
Seamus held up a hand, his thumb and index finger a couple of inches apart as if to indicate he was only a little tipsy, though he was rapidly realising that this wasn't completely accurate. "Too much amaretto," he said, then frowned. He knew his spirits, and amaretto actually wasn't all that alcoholic. "No," he corrected, shaking his head. "Too much rum." He smiled beatifically at Dean, as if this state of affairs was a blessing. It had proved a good base combination so, of course, he'd had to try it with various mixers and accessories. (Cocktail cherries were his new favourite.)

The frown returned before long, though, as Seamus tried to make sense of Dean's words. "Why's it good that I'm hungry?" he asked, pouting a little. "You're my mate. Supposed to want me to be -" He waved a hand, unable to come up with a good word to fill the gap. The opposite of 'hungry' was 'full' but that wasn't quite what Seamus was trying to go for. "Have you eaten?" He loved his pub, but there was nothing quite like a comfy, squashy sofa to sit on with chips.

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[info]artistdean
2015-05-29 07:46 pm UTC (link)
Dean was, thankfully, generally pretty amused by Seamus' antics when tipsy. This was definitely one of those times and he grinned widely at the descriptions. "Rum can be a problem like that," he agreed, holding in a laugh badly so a few amused sounds came with his smile.

"Full? Satisfied?" he suggested rolling his eyes. "Mostly I was thinking food might soak up some of the alcohol. And being glad you're obviously planning to eat." One of the joys Dean got of being a primarily non-drinker was amusement at the tipsy antics of others. The out-and-out drunk antics tended to be far less fun, but if someone stopped on the right side of the line it could be endlessly entertaining. "No, not yet," he said, shaking his head slightly. He hadn't decided yet if he'd stay for a meal at he pub or head home and cook for himself. He'd done some of each this week already depending on what he felt like and when he arrived.

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[info]openbottle
2015-05-30 08:54 am UTC (link)
Dean laughing at him only made Seamus feel happier. He loved making Dean laugh, even if it was by being stupid or making a fool of himself. "It's not a problem," he said. "Happy Seamus, happy Dean - not a problem. We should be thanking rum." He gestured first to himself then circled a finger towards Dean's face to encapsulate the laughter.

'Satisfied' wasn't quite the word he was looking for either, but Seamus hummed a vague agreement. It would do, and Dean understood what he was trying to say even when he couldn't put everything into words the right way. He smiled when Dean admitted to not having eaten. That meant that Seamus was almost guaranteed to be able to convince him to eat with him. "I feel like a burger," he said. "Let's go raid the kitchens and have dinner."

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[info]artistdean
2015-05-30 11:36 am UTC (link)
Seamus' tipsy thinking was... a little scattered. Amusing though and Dean chuckled again. "You can thank it if you're not cursing it in the morning," he said. "But yes, the happiness tends to circle around," he said. Mostly. He would ignore his grumpiness about about Martin a few weeks ago, not that Seamus had been much happier about the situation at that point.

He'd sort of thought that Seamus' appearance and declaration might have been leading to this offer so he shrugged. "Sure, why not. Let me just finish this," he said, gesturing to his glass of juice. Technically he could take it upstairs with him, but then someone would need to remember to bring the glass back and that didn't always happen straight away. Thankfully he'd been sitting around for a little while already and not concentrating much on the sketchbook in his lap, so it was over half gone. Grabbing his glass he drained it easily, head tipped back. He folded up his sketchbook and dug under the table for his bag to put it back in before standing up, bag in hand. "C'mon then," he said, wondering what the kitchen were going to make of their tipsy boss and his best friend coming to steal food.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-01 01:52 pm UTC (link)
"Not fair," Seamus objected. "I never curse booze. Only myself for being stupid enough to drink the booze. Sometimes you for letting me." He gave what he hoped was his most charming smile, though it may have been a touch over-enthusiastic. Enough drink in him to lower his inhibitions and he could be charming, but he was more interested in making Dean laugh than getting him into a dark corner for a good snog, so the charm wasn't really needed. Besides, a stray thought reminded him, no matter how charming he was - Dean was never going to want that.

Seamus watched as Dean swallowed down his drink and stood up - only standing himself when he was quite sure Dean was ready to go. It wouldn't be the first time he'd thieved food from the kitchen and most of his staff would probably be relieved he was actually eating. Or so Seamus assumed, in his somewhat unsteady state as they progressed towards the kitchen. It was busy, and hot, but Seamus was used to it and kept himself out of the way as he made up a plate of chips from the fresh batch. "Burger for you too?" he called to Dean, earning a raised eyebrow from his chef. "Don't give me that face," Seamus quipped back. "We got a delivery in literally this morning."

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-01 02:56 pm UTC (link)
"Hey!" he complained. "This," he gestured to Seamus' current state of inebriation, "has nothing to do with me. I was at work, minding my own business, I just came in for a drink - of the non booze variety I might add - and here's you all full of rum!" He was grinning though, years of friendship letting him know this was a moment for teasing and amusement, not daydreams about what might have been.

Dean assumed the role of 'there just in case he stumbles' and mostly stood out of the way as Seamus making food when they got to the kitchen, shaking his head slightly at the exchange with the chef. "To be fair to him it's his own profits he's eating," he said to the chef, rolling his eyes. "Well, you've put yours together without too much trouble," he said, and nodded. "Sure I'll have one. With cheese if you please," he said, crossing and grabbing the cheese for Seamus to add.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-02 03:07 pm UTC (link)
Seamus didn't bother to fight down the chuckle at Dean's words. "I said sometimes he sing-singed. "I didn't mean now." He'd been mostly joking, anyway. Since Dean rarely drank Seamus didn't often get drunk him, and when he did it was a rare enough occasion not to merit cursing of any kind. "Besides, I like being full of rum." He laughed again and then got down to the serious work of constructing the perfect burger. Or trying to, at least. As it turned out, the ketchup bottle was harder to manipulate than Seamus had been intending and he ruined one half of a burger bun by oversoaking it.

Fortunately, there were plenty of buns for Seamus to use in his second attempt. One which was noticeably better - if still a little lopsided. Seamus added it to the plate and then looked between it and the door. "You carry it," he suggested to Dean. "My feet feel... heavy." He didn't particularly fancy his chances in the stairs and food combined event.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-03 06:56 pm UTC (link)
Instead of really laughing at Seamus again Dean just relaxed where he was standing, arms crossed across his stomach, watching fondly as Seamus put the burger together. He winced at the excessive ketchup and was rather thankful when Seamus switched it out for a different bun. "Yeah, not a totally bad idea, the rum thing," he said, probably inaudible over the noise of the busy kitchen. Mostly he thought it was nice watching Seams being relaxed and a little silly.

He moved over and took both of the plates out of Seamus' hands. "I'll carry them both," he said. "Seems less likely for the food to end up on the floor!"

Heading back out of the kitchen he let Seamus go ahead so he could deal with doors now that Dean had his hands full. Plus in the unlikely event that Seamus stumbled Dean could always forsake the food and grab Seamus. He didn't think Seamus was actually too drunk, and of course he'd be better once he got some food in him.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-05 12:55 pm UTC (link)
Seamus merely nodded to Dean's insistence that he carry both - that was what he'd meant, even if he hadn't conveyed it particularly clearly. He moved slower once they reached the stairs, careful that each foot was placed safely so he wouldn't risk toppling back onto the food - and Dean. Finally, they made it into the flat and Seamus held up both arms in triumph before attempting a little run around the couch like the football players he'd seen on Dean's television sometimes did. "I am a champion!" he declared. "Now I have food and you and I'm full of rum." It was a blissful state of affairs and Seamus sketched a bow before moving into the kitchen.

"Want a drink?" he asked. "All the booze is downstairs but I've got coke and juice and... water." He pawed through his things for a moment, certain he'd been going to end that sentence with something more exciting. "Aha! Lemonade! The proper cloudy sour stuff." He pulled his head out of a cupboard to look at Dean, giving him a dimpled smile.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-05 06:05 pm UTC (link)
Seamus' ridiculous celebration at making it up the stairs made Dean laugh hard and when Seamus bowed he had to cross to the sofa and put the food down so that he could bend over and clutch at his knees to try and breathe through the laughter. Even though he'd not had a drink Seamus' mood was kind of infectious in the best sort of way. Maybe it was a Friday thing, not that days of the week always meant that much to Dean's artistic side, but he did try and stick to having a couple of days off each week. "You ridiculous man!" he said, panting for breath. I love you. "Oh, Merlin," he said, clutching at his stomach as he let his bag fall from his other shoulder.

He followed after Seamus when he was mostly composed again. He was going to plump for coke, but at the offer of lemonade. "Oooh, lemonade please," he said, grinning back. This almost felt normal again. He was mostly over the incredibly awkward realisation of his feelings and used to being Seamus friend again, but not quite. It was still an ever present buzz in his head, but he felt like he was a little more in control of it now. Less like it was about to come bursting out at any second and ruin their friendship.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-09 01:21 pm UTC (link)
"You love me," Seamus said, the words accompanied by a casual shrug. Ridiculous or not, he knew it was true. They'd long grown out of the teenage boy stage of being embarrassed to say such things. "Wouldn't be me if I weren't ridiculous." He grinned, because he loved to see Dean laugh, especially when he'd caused it. He loved to make anyone laugh, really, but Dean most of all.

He poured them two glasses of lemonade, leaving Dean's on the counter, before settling himself on the sofa and reaching for his plate. He scattered a few chips on the cushion beside him in the process, but quickly picked them up and stuffed them all into his mouth at once to make room for Dean beside him. "I decided wha' 'o do for my bi'thday," he mumbled through the chips.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-09 03:31 pm UTC (link)
"'Course I do, idiot," Dean said, forcing himself to be as casual about the words as he had been for years, even if they felt anything but casual these days. It hurt to tacitly deny the depth of his feelings, but he'd far rather be friends and suppress his feelings than lose his friendship.

Dean toed his bag closer to the sofa so neither of them would trip over it and went over to grab his drink before joining Seamus on the sofa. "Yeah?" he asked, hoping it might give him an idea or two for Seamus' present. He often struggled with Seamus' gifts because he tended to have a lot more ideas of things that wouldn't work than things that would. He squashed his burger together and lifted it so he could take a bite as Seamus explained.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-11 12:17 pm UTC (link)
Seamus waited until he'd finished his mouthful of chips before elaborating - partly because he'd been a little impressed Dean had managed to decipher his first comment, but largely because his mam would have his head if she saw him talking with his mouth full. Once he'd swallowed, he nodded, smiling. "Ice cream bar," he announced. "Lots of flavours of ice-cream, cones, cups, toppings, sauces." He had a good amount of ice-cream flavours in stock in the pub anyway - and the rest of the stuff he could buy. "Probably in the Roost, so we can properly take it over." The garden was nice, but harder to keep private.

Seamus bit into his burger, making a satisfied noise as he did so. It wasn't exactly complicated food, but it was hitting the spot. "Don't know what else to do with the room, though," he admitted. Did he want people to have space to dance? Or would he rather there be seats, of some kind. That part he hadn't quite figured out yet. "I want something..." He made a circular gesture with one hand, then gave up. Somehow, ideas for other people's parties always came easier to him.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-11 02:12 pm UTC (link)
Faintly impressed that Seamus waited for his mouthful of food to be over, parental training or not the urge to speak overwhelmed them both from time to time. "That's... huh, that actually sounds fun," he said. Not that Seamus often came up with things that sounded like shit, but it hadn't been what he was expecting for some reason. Then again it seemed unlikely to help him with gift ideas, but it definitely sounded like a fun afternoon or evening.

Dean ate a couple of chips slowly as he thought, having set his burger back down. "I'm guessing you don't mean a ferris wheel or something, because I don't think even Dominic is that good." He thought for a few little while about what might work with ice cream while moving his chips around and eating only one or two. "You want big cushions? Do the beachy thing like we did for mine? A giant roundabout so everyone throws up their ice cream again?"

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-16 11:01 am UTC (link)
Taking full advantage of his now-empty mouth, Seamus pouted pathetically. "Why does my best mate have no faith in me?" he complained. "And he wants me to be hungry!" He took a dramatically aggressive bite of his burger as if to rebel against Dean's wishes, then inhaled too fast and ended up spluttering, hands clapped over his mouth. "Shit," he mumbled, trying to sort himself out and remember how to swallow and breath simultaneously, or else how to do each in the necessary measures taking them by turns. Finally, confident he didn't have burger all over his face or anything equally disgusting, he scowled at Dean. "That was your fault," he declared. "Always making me look like an idiot." Despite the jest in his words, he was blushing pretty hard, an indication that he did actually feel like a bit of a tit.

"I never really got the appeal of ferris wheels," he admitted. "Not for us, anyway. It makes sense for muggles but it doesn't compare to a broom, does it?" He shooed away the beach suggestion with a gesture, though he wasn't sure whether the cushion thing appealed to him. Too much like the disaster that was supposed to be the cuddle party? "Can't repeat myself, you know that." He snorted at the idea of a roundabout. "Those big swings you can fit a whole family on are cool, but I don't know if it'd be too much for Dominic..."

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-17 02:46 pm UTC (link)
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's not that I lack faith in you, doofus. Just I wasn't expecting that. No idea what I was expecting mind, just not that!" Dean slouched slightly, but then remembered that he was meant to be eating and straightened up again. Then Seamus started choking and instead he watched him with eagle eyes to check he wasn't going to actually choke. "But you make it so easy," he joked to the idiot comment, sure that Seamus wasn't going to choke.

Having taken another bite of his burger Dean made a noise which could have been interpreted as anything, along with an accompanying hand gesture, then held a finger up to indicate he actually wanted to speak. Once had finished chewing he spoke up again. "I was just pulling ideas ou-off the top of my head." He peeled up the corner of his burger and poked a chip into the ketchup before eating it. The general lassitude of Seamus' tipsiness was effecting him without the need to drink a drop of alcohol. "I'm sure whatever you decide on with it will be great."

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-19 09:35 am UTC (link)
Still scarlet, Seamus stuck his tongue out. "Known you too long. It's too late for me to be saved now. I'll always be prone to idiot." He tried to sigh, but he was smiling. Mostly, he liked making people laugh and smile - he just prepared to do it on purpose, rather than accidentally choking on food. "Of course it'll be fun," he added, returning the conversation to its abandoned track. "I'll make you a wicked sundae with chocolate sauce and nuts and rainbow sprinkles and little sugar shamrocks." Seamus made a mental note to find little sugar shamrocks. Maybe Melinda could help out.

Seamus bestowed a lazy grin on Dean when he (eventually) conceded that whatever Seamus did would be fantastic. "Dominic probably has ideas too," he said. "He's always collecting pictures and scribbling things down and testing them out in that workroom of his. Maybe something he already wants to work on will fit." Nothing made Dominic happier than an excuse to work on a long-cherished idea - and Seamus did love making his friends happy.

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-19 02:00 pm UTC (link)
"Good thing familiarity didn't breed contempt in our case then, ain't it?!" he joked. "Besides, you don't want to be saved," he said. The instinct to say 'you love me too much' made his stomach squirm, and he skipped it. "Mmm," Dean said. "You know how to spoil me!" he said, nudging Seamus with a grin.

Dean couldn't help but give a slow smile right back. It was the sort of smile that had been giving him an uncomfortable round of butterflies in his stomach of late, or whatever the magical equivalent of that was. "Ah, yes, let the creative people do the creative shit!" he teased. Seamus' creativity was just fine but if he had to actually draw or create something himself it... well it was best he left it to Dean and Dominic. Seamus had his own strengths. Making Dean smile among them.

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[info]openbottle
2015-06-23 08:29 am UTC (link)
"Can you imagine?" Seamus asked, face falling comically. If spending too much time with Dean made him fed up - or made Dean fed up... their lives would be very different. And not in a good way. He took another, less dangerously enormous, bite of burger and then tried to shift so he could lean into Dean without dislodging either of their food or drinks. He couldn't actually get quite close enough, but if Dean shimmied over a little as well they could bump companionably against one another. "And that is the upside of knowing you for so long," he said, grinning in triumph. "I know that you want mint ice cream and dark chocolate sauce and nuts. And I know you don't really want rainbow sprinkles because they spoil the look but you won't complain about them."

Seamus was still thinking about possible themes for the party, but it was all in soft-focus in his brain. There was no pressure - either he'd come up with something, or Dominic would, or... well, it would all work out somehow. Seamus was more concerned with his burger and Dean and the pleasant sense of dizziness whenever he moved his head too fast. "I don't know how you feel about little sugar shamrocks, though," he said, continuing long past the point most people would have stopped. "They're the right colour. And they'll remind you of me. And it's my birthday! But you probably think they're tacky or something."

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[info]artistdean
2015-06-23 11:17 pm UTC (link)
"Fuck it'd be horrible," Dean said, the very thought making him feel faintly sick, joke or not. He smiled as Seamus shuffled himself closer, and he was a sucker and couldn't resist so he shifted a little in the opposite direction until they were touching all down the one side, knees and calves in particular knocking together. "Oh, I dunno, I'm all for a rainbow sprinkle, even if it doesn't match," he said, starting to crave the exact ice cream Seamus had described, sprinkles and all. "Totally right about the rest though," he said.

He had gone back to eating his burger, pausing to sip large gulps of his lemonade. Luckily he was only chewing when Seamus jumped back to the previous topic and he frowned indulgently. "Tiny sugar shamrocks will go better than the rainbow sprinkles, but I'll happily eat both. Plus it's your party, feel free to do whatever you like," he said, nudging Seamus' foot to show he really did sort of want to anyway, tacky or not. "Plus, it's your birthday, ridiculous moments from my brain aside I'll do whatever you like!"

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-01 03:12 pm UTC (link)
The close contact helped fend off any dark thoughts about an alternate universe where they couldn't be them the way they were, and Seamus leaned into the touch. "No contempt here," he said, hooking his ankle around Dean's briefly. He hummed to himself, thinking about rainbow sprinkles and other ice cream accessories. "Maybe I should put rainbow sprinkles in all the drinks for Pride," he suggested. "Or... d'you think they'd melt? Maybe something... for the glasses. Rainbow glasses, rainbow ribbon?" Truth be told, he was more talking aloud in Dean's proximity than actually talking to Dean.

He was still, somehow, paying enough attention to Dean's words to raise an eyebrow. "Anything I like, sure?" he asked. "Even..." He couldn't really think of anything he wanted that Dean would object to giving him. Seamus was always, always careful not to include anything in his birthday that would trigger Dean. It hadn't always worked, at the beginning, but now he'd sort of got the hang of it. "I don't know. Climb a mountain, tame a lion, run a marathon?"

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-02 03:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean suppressed a smile when Seamus hooked their feet together. Stupid skipping heart. It wasn't that unusual an action as such, but he'd been more than a little cautious since he'd realised his feelings, and it was mostly because of reactions like this. The ridiculous swelling feeling in his chest. While he listened to Seamus prattle about sprinkles and rainbows and Pride he munched his way through some more of his food, washing it down with a gulp of lemonade. "Any or all of that?" he said, with a bit of shrug. He honestly wasn't too fussed what Seamus did, so long as he did something, and that seemed like it was going to be guaranteed.

With a groan when he realised that he'd given Seamus an opening and really Seamus didn't even need one most of the time. And tipsy he basically needed the mildest provocation to be ridiculous. He turned his head slowly and looked over. "You know, I'd be worried if I actually thought you had any intention of doing any one of those things," he said, his 'cold' stare morphing into an amused smile mid-sentence. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He itched absently at his eyebrow and shrugged. "I mean, sure we could do those things but I don't know that any of them would be fun, and ice cream sounds like a much better plan."

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-06 12:15 pm UTC (link)
Seamus filled his thoughts on rainbows and pride away for another time - he still had ages, and Dominic would be more help than Dean when it came to these particular ramblings. "Sometimes, I wonder if there are any straight people left," Seamus said, the comment coming more or less out of nowhere. He'd been thinking about Dominic and Dean, and then it had spread more generally to Justin and Susan and Ernie. They really did have quite a few LGBTQ+ friends. "Ginny's holding down the fort, anyway." He grinned at Dean, knowing he was being ridiculous and enjoying every minute of it.

Though he wasn't really done with his burger, Seamus was starting to feel full. He did have quite a lot of liquid sloshing around in his stomach, taking up space he should have used for food. He pushed his plate away, reaching for the chips instead. "We could always combine them with ice cream," he pointed out, stifling a chuckle - then giving in to the mirth as he imagined Dean trying to tame a lion with an elaborate multi-scoop ice-cream cone in one hand.

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-06 06:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted with amusement. "I don't know, probably. I just think all the not-straight ones sort of clump together. Or at least we seem to have done that," he said with a careless shrug. He'd thought about it before, of course he had, but mostly it didn't actually matter aside from when he poked Seamus about putting up a rainbow flag somewhere. And that was mostly a joke.

Yep, definitely drunk Dean mused, finishing off his burger. He rolled his eyes at Seamus again. Dean wasn't sure exactly what set Seamus' laughter off, but if it was the mental image of any of those combinations he could understand it and chuckled slightly himself. "Not sure that's a good plan," he said. "I mean the sugar would come in sort of useful for the mountain climbing or marathon, but I think you're just inviting a lion to bite your hand off," he said after a moment of quiet consideration.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-08 08:14 am UTC (link)
"Let's hope there are, or we're going to be the last generation," Seamus teased, smiling until his mind caught up with his own words and he started to frown. "That's ridiculous. You and Dominic can still have kids, and Susan." He paused, giggled, then started to laugh at his own mental image. He waved a hand as if to try to cancel the previous sentence. "Not all together!" He didn't know why his mind had darted down this particular track, but now he was trying to imagine a child that looked simultaneously like Dean, Dominic and Susan - and was cracking up at himself.

"'m drunk," he decided, leaning against Dean and continuing to laugh into his shoulder. He tried to let the giggles die down a bit, but then Dean started talking about lions and ice cream and Seamus started all over again. "Do lions-" He paused for breath, sucking in air and trying to form the words coherently. "Do lions even like ice cream?" He laughed again, his eyes almost watering now. "M-meat flavour ice cream?"

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-08 03:52 pm UTC (link)
"Shit, you make a good point," he muttered. "Oh, Ron and Hermione, I'm fairly sure they'll have kids at some point!" he said brightly. He wasn't sure when, but he thought it was likely to be somewhere in their future. Then of course Seamus managed to ruin his vague mental image of a child with curly-frizzy red hair with his own rambling thoughts. He ground to a halt and grimaced. "Oh, Merlin no," he said grimacing, and of course it was basically like Seamus was laughing at his pain, amusing though the idea was. Dominic and Susan were both attractive people but wasn't interested in either of them, never mind both. He chuckled a little along with Seamus after a few seconds though, more because Seamus was amused than he was amused himself.

"Yes you are," Dean said, unable to suppress a smile as Seamus almost slumped against him. He was going to say something about a lion's possible thoughts on ice cream but he didn't really have chance before Seamus started laughing in again, harder this time. He snorted a little and ruffled Seamus' hair. He didn't have the benefit of alcohol to make him laugh so hard. "Yes, probably meat flavour ice cream," he said solemnly, little chuckles shifting his body even though Seamus was still leaning on him. It did, unfortunately mean if he leant forward to try and get the rest of his chips Seamus would probably fall sideways into the sofa behind him so he resisted the urge, even though he wanted them before they went cold, he wanted to slump sideways rather less.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-09 02:01 pm UTC (link)
Even drunk, Seamus could tell Dean wasn't as amused as he was - and he made an aborted, gesture-filled start on explaining everything that was going on in his head before giving it up as a bad job. "You need to be inside my head right now," he said, coughing slightly as his laughter died down. He patted Dean affectionately as he righted himself, leaning back against the sofa and closing his eyes. "Godric, I love being drunk sometimes," he declared. He really didn't do it all that often - mostly for events like his or Dean's birthday, St Patrick's day and Pride. "We should get people together for a, you know." He made another encompassing gesture. "Grab a section of the pub and just spend time together. You, me, Harry, Ron, Neville, the Hufflepuffs." It had been a while since they'd socialised as a group, and Seamus this evening found himself missing it.

"Not another dinner party," he added. He was grateful, obviously, for nights when his friends made the effort to cook and invite people into their homes, but it just wasn't the same. "Too grown up. I don't wanna be grown up." Perhaps his upcoming birthday was weighing on his mind. He was going to be 25, and he'd made a pretty decent showing - not all 25-year-olds ran their own pub. "Miss being a kid," he said with a sigh. "Remember when we played Murder in the Dark with all my cousins? That was a great holiday."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-09 06:22 pm UTC (link)
Dean looked suspiciously at Seamus. "I'm really not sure I want that, even if it might explain what's so hilarious," he said. He took the opportunity of Seamus leaning away again to lean forward and grab the plate with his remaining chips on it so he could eat them while they talked. "Yeah, it can be fun," he agreed. He didn't like the loss of control very often, but he definitely enjoyed drinking when he felt safe. With one thing and another he hadn't really been that drunk since his birthday, but he really didn't mind. "That could actually be good," he said after a second or two. With that sort of guest list he'd even happily get drunk himself, although he'd probably have to stay with Seamus because getting to his flat while drunk was always a bloody tricky prospect.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, I mean we can still have food but I definitely don't feel like a grown up most of the time, might as well play with that," he said. He sighed too, sometimes the responsibilities which came with being a grown up were more than he wanted to deal with. "That was a good holiday. Not sure I'd want to do Murder in the Dark any more, but we could play stupid children's games. The alcohol can only improved them. And besides, you were always far too good at managing to kill me when you were the murderer!" he complained.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-13 12:29 pm UTC (link)
Seamus smile brightly, eyes still closed. "Could actually be fuckin' brillian'." He added the idea to his ever-changing mental list of things to think about, take care of and generally deal with. "Everyone's so busy... maybe next bank holiday or something." Or the Sunday before a bank holiday, that could work. Thinking of the Hufflepuffs made him think, briefly, of Justin. He was pretty sure the man was still alive and working and around but he did seem to have dropped Seamus like a hot potato which was... kind of painful, in a way Seamus didn't want to preoccupy himself with. He sighed, wondering if their on-off sexual relationship had been worth making group gatherings awkward and strange. Without it, Seamus's sexual experience would be a couple of guys who'd put up with his scar for a night or two before bailing... Much as he tried not to think about it, the thoughts clouded his previously serene expression.

Dean's reminder of the fun they'd had together brought the smile back to his face. "Knew you too well, even then," he said, proud. "Always knew where you were gonna hide." His mind spun away from painful topics to make lazy circles around the topic of children's games. "Wink murder, heads-down/thumbs-up, alibi." He snorted. "Susan would be wicked good at alibi. Wipe the floor with all of us."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-13 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Dean considered and then nodded. "Sure, or at least some point on a Bank Holiday weekend at least," he said. It didn't guarantee that everyone would be free, especially those who worked weekends, but it would probably give them the best chance of getting the most people to attend. He was happily staring into mid-space as he talked, occasionally looking at his plate so he initially missed Seamus' expression change. When he did look across he frowned, not sure quite what had caused that particular shift. He wrapped the arm nearest to Seamus around his friend's shoulders and squeezed for a few seconds before releasing him. He could share if he wanted.

"I know, and it was very annoying," he joked, smiling too. It was annoying when it worked against him in that sort of game, most of the rest of the time it was actually reassuring. He was just thankful Seamus seemed to be missing the little realisation he'd had about his feelings, because there didn't seem to be a way in which that wouldn't be awkward. "Oh, yeah, those all work, although all detective related things should have a Susan-ban, or at least we let her go first, she'll be far too good," he said. "Nothing too much with running though. The booze would make it a disaster," he said. "I mean two truths and a lie works, but Susan would be too good and half of us would know each other too well," he said. There were plenty of other silly games like that they could play though, you know, if you gave them enough time to remember them.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-14 05:03 pm UTC (link)
Seamus slumped into the contact with a drawn out sigh. "Just thinking about Justin," he informed Dean. He'd never gotten into the habit of keeping secrets from his best mate. He didn't spill every thought that went through his head, but since Dean already knew about Justin it didn't seem worth the effort of hiding it. "Wondering how I fucked that one up. Whether he'd show up if we invited him, just how awkward that's likely to be, you know." Seamus still considered them friends - he thought - but he couldn't deny that there was a sting of rejection there that wasn't sitting comfortably. "Why's sex never simple?" He knew why, and it wasn't something he normally made reference to, preferring to complain in generic terms about a lack of available attractive men. Justin had probably found someone better. Someone with no scar, and no issues with being more than friends-who-shag.

Normally, Seamus's mind would be working on half a dozen tracks, coming up with games and snacks and an invite list. Tonight, he just didn't feel up to it. Whether it was the drink or his low mood he wasn't sure - but either way, it would wait. "I liked when we went to yours, too," he said, forgetting about party games and just remembering the good times they'd shared. "I liked reading you and Jess The Tales of Beedle the Bard for the first time. And you showing me your Disney collection."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-15 03:50 pm UTC (link)
Dean had always maintained that he was fine with the arrangement Seamus and Justin had, and he had been mostly, and now he'd managed to work out exactly what his reservation was (unrecognised jealousy). Still, the admission made him stiffen slightly. Hopefully Seamus would attribute it to irritation at Justin, which was admittedly part of the issue when his name was mentioned. "I dunno, dude. I've not seen him around either. I mean, we were never as close as you guys, well, obviously, but even friendship wise," he shrugged and then swallowed. "I didn't think it was anything you'd done, just that he stopped being around for whatever reason that he never told anyone," he said. He was possibly being more placating than Seamus wanted or needed, but he since he wanted to call him a dickhead and berate him for fucking around with Seamus' feelings it had seemed a slightly safer option.

He sipped his drink and sighed. "Sex is never simple, well never has been in my experience. You're inviting people to do something really intimate with you. Plus it's fucking weird. I mean sure it feels great, but it's odd as hell," he said. Both he and Seamus had additional reasons to find sex a bit confronting but he was fairly sure other people found it odd too.

Seamus' mood hadn't really perked up yet, and Dean could tell, so he shuffled his wand out and aimed a cleaning spell at hand so that he could sift his hand through Seamus' hair. A second or two later he was stroking gently, letting Seamus relax against him as much as he wanted. "We always had a good time. I should let Cat read Beedle the Bard sometime, she was too little, or out or something when we did that with Jess," he said starting to relax slightly more himself. "She's the one that loves stories. And the Disney collection had definitely been hijacked by Jess and Cat by the time you saw it. I wasn't there often enough to defend it even from tiny girls," he said, smiling at the memory of a very insistent Jess and Cat, and their pitiful expressions and threatening to tell Aunt Rose he'd made them cry.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-16 02:31 pm UTC (link)
Seamus shrugged slightly. "I mean, that's the thing, isn't it?" he asked, somewhat obtusely. "'Whatever reason'. If it was work or family or whatever, he'd have told us, or be back by now or..." Maybe Seamus was being self-centred, to think it boiled down to something to do with him. "I don't know," he said, unable to untangle his own mess of thoughts, let alone try to explain them to someone else. "I got the feeling he wanted more. To give us a go as something more than friends who have sex. But he never said so - so I never said anything." And now, Seamus sort of felt like he'd lost out on his one chance. Even though, deep down, he knew he just didn't feel that way about Justin - what if that was all there was? He slumped more heavily on Dean's side and shook his head. "Never mind. Don't even know why I brought it up."

Dean's hand in his head was a welcome distraction and Seamus craned into the touch, sighing happily as Dean's fingers bumped against his scalp. "You won't read it right," Seamus teased. "You've got to do all the voices." In truth, Seamus's ability to do accents other than his own was basically non-existant, but he did at least to an admirably squeaky 'princess' voice. He smiled, remembering Dean's sisters in their younger days. "Yours, theirs, all the same really. It was in your house and no one ever objected when I wanted to watch yet another one." He yawned, covering his mouth with one hand. "Wish I had a TV. I could really get behind watching Aladdin right now."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-16 09:25 pm UTC (link)
"I..." Dean started, and then realised he hadn't got anything to contribute. He didn't know why or where Justin had gone, and he hated that he'd basically shat all over what he and Seamus had, friendship, arrangement and all by disappearing. He waited for Seamus to finish and chewed at his lip a bit before saying anything. "You needed to get it out maybe?" he suggested. "Did you, er, did you want something more with him?" he asked. Of course his internal monologue immediately picked up with Why the hell would you ask that? Do you really want to know the answer to that? And in one sense he really didn't want to know, but in another sense he felt that Seamus maybe either wanted to discuss it or at least wanted his feelings on the topic heard, and who was he to deny his best friend that. Bollocks to that men not showing emotion crap.

Dean laughed, nodding to acknowledge that he wouldn't do the 'voices' Seamus insisted on. "I can do squeaky princess, too you know!" he teased back. When Seamus yawned he, of course, had to stifle a yawn of his own because the things were so damn catching. "I'd say come over to mine but I don't have a copy of Aladdin, and I think I did too much magic in the last few days for the TV to be non-glitchy and fuzzy. We can go visit my parents and spend the afternoon watching Disney sometime, one Sunday or something," he suggested. That actually sounded amazing. He could even probably talk his parents into going out for the afternoon so they could colonise the living room. Jess had been allowed a TV in her room, but she'd taken it with her to Uni so that was no use and Cat hadn't got a TV of her own, having shared Jess' previously.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-20 12:49 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe," Seamus agreed. He really did believe that talking things over with friends helped, or he believed it was supposed to help, one or the other and some days it was hard to tell which. Still, it was a hard rule to apply to his own life. There was always some very very good reason for just locking all the words up inside himself - whether it was that he didn't want to worry people, or because he didn't want to say anything against Justin to Dean who could and should and probably would still be friends with him. "I want something more with someone," Seamus complained, hating how pitiful he sounded. He'd dated a handful of men, had sex with fewer and had never had anyone he could call a boyfriend. As much as he loved his friends, and his job, and the community, he still sometimes felt he was missing out on the great answer to 'what do we live for?'. "But... I don't know. I didn't take the chance when I could have, did I? So either I was scared or I didn't really believe it would work. Or both. Or neither. You know what my head's like - even I don't understand what's going on in there half the time."

Seamus laughed as their minds ran, without prompting, down the same exact track. "Not like I can," he said, smirking. "Dennis still calls me 'princess'. You do a nice old hag, though." He patted Dean's knee, just because it happened to be within reach, then nodded - the motion minimised so as not to dislodge Dean's hand. "That'd be good. You and me and Disney makes three and we can forget all the grown-up stuff for a few hours."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-20 07:34 pm UTC (link)
Dean listened to what Seamus was saying, trying not to stare at him intently and thus potentially let on to how invested he was in the topic. The thing was he mostly just wanted Seamus to be happy and clearly he wasn't as happy as he could be. At least not on this topic. He hummed in agreement that there was a want for something with someone. He felt the same himself, feelings for Seamus or not. "I don't know either. I mean I know I can almost read your mind sometimes, but not about this," he said. "Maybe you believed that, maybe you didn't. But, I think the fact relationships deal with two lots of emotions make everything more difficult. I mean, I thought things were going well with Ophelia and then it all went to shit, and she was my longest relationship, so what do I know?" he said with helpless shrug.

"And here was I thinking that was because you're so pretty!" Dean said automatically and then felt his face heat when he realised how his words could have been taken. He would have protested either his own words or Seamus' categorisation as a good at the 'old hag', but the former would be too much of a giveaway and the latter he couldn't exactly deny given how long it had taken him to get the voice right. He did humph slightly in annoyance though. No need to overplay his hand. "It does sound appealing, doesn't it?" he mused. They could close the curtains on the living room to make it darker like a cinema, and make pocpcorn and eat sweets, combine the lack of responsibility with a massive sugar rush curled up together on the sofa.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-22 10:02 am UTC (link)
Seamus scowled, the embers of his hatred for Ophelia stirred to flame for a moment. "You deserve so much better," he grumbled. If he could grab someone by the shoulders and shake them until they saw reason, saw how amazing Dean was, he would definitely do so. And Justin had been better - had known how to deal with Seamus, hadn't been bothered by the scar... And Seamus had let that go. It didn't make him feel much better that he certainly hadn't loved Justin in that way because every passing year he lost faith that the kind of love people wrote songs about actually existed. Maybe content and companionable and good sex was as good as it got. Maybe it was adolescent to hope for something more all-consuming than that. Maybe Seamus should just grow up. Except that it was too late now. Justin had buggered off and Seamus wouldn't find even that much again easily. He groaned, tucking his head more fully into Dean's shoulder. "Make my brain shut off," he pleaded. "I don't like where it's going."

Fortunately, Dean chose that moment to hit him with a stupid compliment and Seamus huffed a laugh. "That too," he agreed. "It's the profusion of blond curls - very princessy. Like, uh, what's her name. In the one with the big scary dragon and the fairies? I liked that one." He was half-tempted to beg Dean to apparate him over there now, but he had a feeling that if they tried that he'd just fall asleep in the middle of the film and that would be no good. He yawned again, forgetting to cover his mouth this time. "We should do it soon."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-22 06:00 pm UTC (link)
Dean sighed and nodded, even though Seamus' frustration had annoyed Dean when they were together he was now very much in agreement. "Yeah, no more arguments from me on that one," he said. Of course then Seamus just trailed off into silence, apparently letting his brain run at hundreds of miles a minute in a direction he didn't like if the next thing to come out of his mouth were to believed. "I... sorry, g- man I don't know how," he said quietly, patting him on the head. He was deeply affected by Seamus' mood, as was often the case, and the sudden despondency was definitely infecting him.

When he managed to laugh again, Dean was relieved and smiled. "Sleeping Beauty," he said. He couldn't actually remember her name at the moment, just the name of the film. "I'm pretty sure that's not actually her name, but I'll put it on the mental list so we can remember to watch it, yeah?" he said. "Soon." When soon would be was a bit of a moveable idea. Sunday was the best day for finding both of them with time off, but Seamus still had LBB in the evenings and Dean ended up doing family things some weeks or doing meal prep for the week. When Seamus yawned he looked around for a clock, wondering what time it had got to. "You wanna go to bed, there, sleepyhead?" he asked.

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-27 09:17 am UTC (link)
Seamus gave a tired sort of smile because of course Dean didn't know how to shut his brain off. Seamus didn't even really know how, except that sleep sometimes worked. On the other hand, sometimes going to bed in this kind of mood was a recipe for nightmares. There were things he could do to tire himself out, at least, but those would have to wait until Dean had gone home - if he went home. "That helps," he murmured, closing his eyes as Dean patted his head. "A bit, anyway."

Laughing at the coincidence of comparing himself to the Sleeping Beauty film and then being asked if he wanted to sleep, Seamus nodded. "Seems appropriate. Maybe a nice prince'll fight a dragon to wake me up." He was joking, obviously, but the joke - and the fact it wasn't even remotely possible - did make his heart ache, just a little. He would wake up alone, or wrapped around Dean which was better, but still not perfect. He lurched to his feet, leaving the plates and such to deal with in the morning. "Thanks for putting up with me."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-27 04:23 pm UTC (link)
"Well, I do my best to be helpful," he said quietly. He'd known for a long time that playing with Seamus' hair tended to relax him or improve his mood and it didn't even lose effectiveness with frequency, but it wasn't a cure-all unfortunately. Nothing was.

A slightly sad smile twitched across Dean's mouth even though he was glad Seamus was making a joke he had a feeling Seamus didn't believe it was possible in his life. Personally he wasn't quite sure he'd go as far as fighting a dragon for him, but there were things he would do which he wouldn't like to admit to. He was arse over tit for Seamus though, of that he was very much aware. "I think most wizards avoid fighting dragons, the fuckers are vicious if you believe anyone other than Hagrid, but I reckon you could aim for fighting through an enchanted thicket thing," he mused. Another thing he wouldn't do himself thanks to his personal triggers.

"Don't be daft," he said, stretching once Seamus got to his feet. "About the only thing I put up with about you is the terrible jokes and your attempts to feed me, and frankly I actually like the food most of the time. Not exactly a hardship." He pushed to his feet too, absently banishing the plates to the sink. "Love you, and besides. I make you put up with worse."

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[info]openbottle
2015-07-29 05:06 pm UTC (link)
Seamus scoffed, throwing himself into the joke despite the pain in the unnerving way he sometimes did when he couldn't quite bring himself to politely let it drop. "It has to be a dragon," he insisted. "Just because I've been single forever doesn't mean I'm going to accept anything less than the manliest and most valiant of princes." Simultaneously Seamus wondered if that were true - would he never 'settle'? - and whether it were the problem - maybe he needed to settle for less than his own adolescent idea of love. Ignoring these unhappy thoughts, he pressed on. "Or, at the very least, a Hippogryff. At least I'll know he's polite."

He ducked nearer and wrapped his arms around Dean once they were both standing. "But your stuff is -" He paused. He'd been about to say 'real', but he was pretty sure that would just earn him a lecture on how his stuff was real too. "Serious," he amended. "You're not moping around like a teenager because nobody loves you!" Seamus really wasn't overly happy with himself about that, but it was too late now - and at least it was Dean, who would put up with him and not Susan who'd have lectured him about letting Justin go. "'Cept you," he amended, because he knew Dean loved him - just not in that way. "And Susan, and Dennis and Dominc and Mam and Dad and Graeme and..." He gave a smile that was only slightly brighter than was natural. "See? I'm being a prat. Let's get me to bed."

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[info]artistdean
2015-07-31 02:38 pm UTC (link)
"Never let it be said you don't have standards," he said, sounding slightly hollow to his own ears. "Although I wouldn't underestimate polite as a quality," he said. All the while he was thinking Well, a Hippogryff I could manage. And polite doesn't have to extend to... oh my God, he's not actually suggesting this as a test for potential boyfriends.

He wrapped his arms around Seamus too, letting him tuck his head onto the top of Seamus' which was only possible because of Seamus' ducked head. "Okay, I'll give you that," he said, thinking something different was going to come out of his best friend's mouth. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling at the moping comment in a vague appeal for strength. He was about to say something about loving Seamus, something that perhaps contained a kernel more truth than it really should, but then a. Seamus continued and b. he remembered that drunkenness didn't usually impair Seamus' memory very much at all. "Yeah. Bed," he agreed, ignoring the implications. "And you're not a prat, just tipsy and whatever," he said. Moody wasn't the word, and he couldn't be bothered to work out the right one.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-04 08:26 am UTC (link)
"Such high standards," Seamus agreed, squeezing Dean hard and tucking his head against Dean's shoulder. He let go after a moment, seeming to try to shake himself off. "You going to come tuck me in?" he asked, already making his way to the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Dean hadn't been staying as much lately, so Seamus had sort of stopped expecting it.

In the bedroom, he flopped backwards onto his mattress without bothering to change into pyjamas. He hummed happily as he bounced ever so slightly before settling. "Bed," he announced, sounding satisfied. "And sleep." He didn't think he'd had enough to drink to wake up hungover, and he had eaten too. He closed his eyes and yawned again. "Night, Dean."

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-04 11:19 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, sure I'll tuck you in," he said, ignoring the twinge in the pit of his stomach. Sure he could stay but was still wary about it despite the drop in his libido. Plus he had the excuse that maybe Seamus would be hungover in the morning and nobody was fun to deal with when hungover.

Dean followed Seamus and sighed when he saw he'd just flopped down onto his bed. "You wanna take off your jeans at all?" he suggested mildly. As Seamus closed his eyes Dean just shook his head in amused fondness. "Night, Gorgeous," he muttered, the quiet words maybe a little louder than he'd intended in the quiet room.

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[info]openbottle
2015-08-05 11:40 am UTC (link)
Seamus was still awake, just, and he nodded - hands dropping to open the button of his jeans and push them down. They tangled against his shoes and he had to kick his feet against the side of the bed to dislodge the lot. In t-shirt, boxers and socks he wriggled his way under the covers and situated his head on the pillow properly. A tiny part of him wanted to throw the blankets back and demand Dean stay, give him something to cuddle, but Dean obviously didn't want to, and Seamus wasn't going to make him.

Instead, he tugged the second pillow down from under his head to wrap his arms around it and squeeze it against his chest. "There," he murmured. "M'tucked." He blinked his eyes open to smile at Dean. "Thanks."

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[info]artistdean
2015-08-05 02:22 pm UTC (link)
Dean had been about to step in and help yank Seamus' shoes off when they finally dislodged themselves. He wasn't really eyeing Seamus up, despite the fact he was stripping his clothes off. Honestly this was more like a moment of friendship from the past. Or something akin to familial affection.

Smiling down at Seamus he reached over and stroked his hand through Seamus' hair one last time. "Yes you are, sleep well," he said and ducked back out of Seamus' room to pick up his bag and leave with a pop of apparition.

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