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Tweak says, "Your mother was a hamster"

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
2015-07-20 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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