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Tweak says, "have mercy! "

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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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