Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus didn't know whether to bless Susan or hex her. The white shirt she'd insisted he wear was more tightly tailored to his body than anything Seamus would have chosen for himself, making him feel uncomfortably on show. On the other hand, the blue braces meant there was no chance of the shirt slipping up or the trousers slipping down. Worried about the possible transparency of thin white fabric, Seamus was wearing a white t-shirt underneath. Perhaps that was why he'd abandoned the blazer and bowtie so quickly. He'd felt too warm, and a little like he was being suffocated.
Between apparating the portkey back to WWW, helping George and Ron man the floo fire and mixing drinks for new arrivals, Seamus had still managed to throw back two bastard prohibition cocktails. He needed to use up the poitÃn from Ginny's birthday, and it seemed appropriate to drink moonshine at a prohibition party, but he didn't think any of the other guests would much appreciate the strong, earthy smell of the drink. He wasn't quite drunk - not even as far on the way as Dean had seemed to be when he arrived - but he was aware of his own voice increasing in volume - a sure sign that 'drunk' was his final destination. "Ron!" he called, spotting Ron winking into existence in the designated 'arrival' area. He moved towards him, clapping a hand to his back. "Come and have a drink."