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Tweak says, "I'mma build a harem"

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
2015-07-13 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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