Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I was nice!" Dean protested, amused. He saw Susan's glance and tried not to visibly wince. Although he knew that she would pick up far more than the average person about his Seamus-related internal thoughts and feelings so he was probably fine.
Seamus' glitter however was, well everywhere, and really damn distracting. It looked good too. And it would be the one time Dean wasn't carrying a sketchbook. Not that he was here to spend his time looking at Seamus or drawing.
He honestly wasn't sure how he felt about it being described as a hunt. Casual perusal maybe. "Yeah, I mean, two in one," he said somewhat weakly and shrugged, and then sipped his drink again, trying not to shift around like he'd been attacked by a tickling charm. He gave Susan a joking salute and a nod. "Right you are," he said. He glanced at his drink and wrinkled his nose. "And can we please stop me drinking too much. I know there's no alcohol, but the bogs are over there and I don't fancy having to bubblehead to get there," he said, waving at the loud part of the club. He wasn't sure exactly where the toilets were, just that Charlie had said there weren't any in the quieter part.