Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Susan had been nearly ready for the night, resplendent in her gold dress when Dean had arrived, wearing work clothes and a face that could best be compared to a cold, dishevelled puppy. After a battle of wills which had ended with her having to use one of her scary faces, they'd managed to leave and meet Seamus, and Susan had promptly ordered herself a fairy wand, a glitter bomb, and a rainbow concoction from the bar. "Oh hush," she said, looking at Seamus fondly as she absently adjusted Dean's collar - very much aware of how much Seamus' eyes kept shooting to look at the other man.
She sat back comfortably in the booth a judicious application of death stare number nine had garnered them and gave Dean a look of exaggerated long sufferance. "You look fine, charming, and you're also only shorter than me because I'm in heels so suck it up. Besides, if you'd rocked up on my doorstep with a pathetic expression then you would've been dressed by me as well." She took a long sip of her drink and admired it for a moment - it was strong. "But if you're really feeling inferior we can nip to the ladies and I'll do you up in some classy makeup?" She turned and glanced at Dean, eyeing him critically for a moment and deciding that it was definitely time to stir the pot a little bit. "Besides, both Dean and I are in our hunting attire tonight. Going to find us some handsome men, or glorious women, to do some very questionable dancing with, aren't we dear?"