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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
2015-07-31 02:38 pm UTC (link)

"Never let it be said you don't have standards," he said, sounding slightly hollow to his own ears. "Although I wouldn't underestimate polite as a quality," he said. All the while he was thinking Well, a Hippogryff I could manage. And polite doesn't have to extend to... oh my God, he's not actually suggesting this as a test for potential boyfriends.

He wrapped his arms around Seamus too, letting him tuck his head onto the top of Seamus' which was only possible because of Seamus' ducked head. "Okay, I'll give you that," he said, thinking something different was going to come out of his best friend's mouth. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling at the moping comment in a vague appeal for strength. He was about to say something about loving Seamus, something that perhaps contained a kernel more truth than it really should, but then a. Seamus continued and b. he remembered that drunkenness didn't usually impair Seamus' memory very much at all. "Yeah. Bed," he agreed, ignoring the implications. "And you're not a prat, just tipsy and whatever," he said. Moody wasn't the word, and he couldn't be bothered to work out the right one.

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openbottle
2015-08-04 08:26 am UTC (link)

"Such high standards," Seamus agreed, squeezing Dean hard and tucking his head against Dean's shoulder. He let go after a moment, seeming to try to shake himself off. "You going to come tuck me in?" he asked, already making his way to the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Dean hadn't been staying as much lately, so Seamus had sort of stopped expecting it.

In the bedroom, he flopped backwards onto his mattress without bothering to change into pyjamas. He hummed happily as he bounced ever so slightly before settling. "Bed," he announced, sounding satisfied. "And sleep." He didn't think he'd had enough to drink to wake up hungover, and he had eaten too. He closed his eyes and yawned again. "Night, Dean."

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artistdean
2015-08-04 11:19 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, sure I'll tuck you in," he said, ignoring the twinge in the pit of his stomach. Sure he could stay but was still wary about it despite the drop in his libido. Plus he had the excuse that maybe Seamus would be hungover in the morning and nobody was fun to deal with when hungover.

Dean followed Seamus and sighed when he saw he'd just flopped down onto his bed. "You wanna take off your jeans at all?" he suggested mildly. As Seamus closed his eyes Dean just shook his head in amused fondness. "Night, Gorgeous," he muttered, the quiet words maybe a little louder than he'd intended in the quiet room.

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openbottle
2015-08-05 11:40 am UTC (link)

Seamus was still awake, just, and he nodded - hands dropping to open the button of his jeans and push them down. They tangled against his shoes and he had to kick his feet against the side of the bed to dislodge the lot. In t-shirt, boxers and socks he wriggled his way under the covers and situated his head on the pillow properly. A tiny part of him wanted to throw the blankets back and demand Dean stay, give him something to cuddle, but Dean obviously didn't want to, and Seamus wasn't going to make him.

Instead, he tugged the second pillow down from under his head to wrap his arms around it and squeeze it against his chest. "There," he murmured. "M'tucked." He blinked his eyes open to smile at Dean. "Thanks."

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artistdean
2015-08-05 02:22 pm UTC (link)

Dean had been about to step in and help yank Seamus' shoes off when they finally dislodged themselves. He wasn't really eyeing Seamus up, despite the fact he was stripping his clothes off. Honestly this was more like a moment of friendship from the past. Or something akin to familial affection.

Smiling down at Seamus he reached over and stroked his hand through Seamus' hair one last time. "Yes you are, sleep well," he said and ducked back out of Seamus' room to pick up his bag and leave with a pop of apparition.

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