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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus and Stacey
Seamus laughed - not unkindly - at Stacey's desperation. "Food I can do," he said, nudging a menu towards her. "Do you need this, or have you memorised it by now?" Stacey came in for food relatively regularly, which made sense what with her working right next door. He pulled back slightly from the bar, reaching for the bowl of peanuts he almost always had on hand. "We can share these to tide you over until Chef's ready," he offered.

Considering her question, he surveyed the pub. There was a gentle hum of talk, but nothing rowdy or raucous. It was kind of perfect for a Sunday evening, really. "Not bad," he decided. He was pretty sure Dean was off in a corner somewhere, and others of the Battlescars and LBB members had stuck around after their meetings as well so he knew nearly everyone in the room. "We had a lot of new customers this weekend, but not so much today. What did your last customer want?"