Seamus grinned right back, unphased by the immediate friendliness. He'd always been pretty friendly, and he'd gotten used to customers at work assuming he was on call to fill gaps in their social lives. He shook the offered hand warmly, nodding. "Merwyn, right. I think I've seen you around." Ordering expensive bottles at the bar, usually surrounded by people. "I'm Seamus." He studied Merwyn in the new light of 'day'. He was far from Seamus's usual type, but still definitely attractive. Was an offer of an ice cream the same as an offer of a drink? Seamus wasn't sure, but he stepped back a little to make room.
"Only if you'll sit outside and eat yours with me," he answered. "It's too beautiful a night to waste. What're you getting?"
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