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Tweak says, "I'm David Hasselhoff!"

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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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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