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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Help yourself," Rich nodded at the bar stool. "Nobody else has nabbed it yet."

Office then Paris on Monday. A day wrangling paperwork Tuesday. Rich hadn't felt like going home to an empty flat, so he was at the pub to nurse a black and tan or two and contemplate the pub grub. Like that girl with the shepherd's pie, if he cooked for himself he'd have to face leftovers. And the silence that even a good sound system couldn't fill. People would probably come in for quiz night. That might be fun to watch. Less mind rot than the telly, too.

Mils was off on her own projects these days. Training with Dora had gone from free-form brawling to formal dueling. Not much room for conversation there. He was either going to have to develop another protoge, or thing seriously about slowing down a little and trying to find a life.

"Lot of people seem to have come in for the pub quiz tonight. I'm more the spectator sort. What about you?"

He vaguely recognized the other man from school and various pureblood functions here and there. The name would come to him in a moment.