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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Gwenog had enjoyed a relatively quite night in the pub and had been heading for the bar to grab one last drink before heading home when she was literally walked into by someone who immediately started to witter at her. She looked down and was surprised that she actually recognised the man and he wasn't just a fan blathering on. "Finwick for Morgana's sake take a fucking breath," she said dryly. "I'm not going to hex you for walking into me or apparently losing your wallet," she said, rolling her eyes. The man was a menace on a professional team thanks to his tendency to fall asleep mid-flight, but he had been a good player while he'd lasted.

"Do you want a drink? I was getting one more before I head home," she said, plucking her money pouch out to show that she, at least, had the funds to pay for them. It wasn't that she necessarily craved spending more time with him, but he'd offered her one and she wasn't totally adverse to all social niceties. Especially where other players were concerned, current or not.