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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

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."