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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-08-29 11:11:00

Entry tags:

character: merwyn finwick, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Merwyn
What: Drinking buddies
Where: Finnigan's
When: Saturday 29th August, late
Rating: Probably NSFW, language.

The private party in the roost had ended up being incredibly boring. Some Ministry division or other who wanted space to celebrate but hadn't requested anything exciting in the decor beyond their own private bar. Seamus was glad he'd volunteered, if only because spending three nights in France with Dean and Susan was the last thing he wanted to do, but after several hours of pouring nothing but beer and whiskey he was about ready to scream. Finally, a little before eleven, they finally cleared out - stumbling and shouting and heading for Wingbeat unless Seamus missed his guess.

The minute the last of them was out the door, Seamus downed the last of the glass of whiskey he'd been nursing. He wiped down the bar and gathered the remaining booze for transportation downstairs. Once it was all safely stowed, he headed for the main bar. He needed a bottle of something cheaper and rougher than the Ministry employees had been willing to pay for. And, since drinking alone lead to alarming anonymous journal entries, he also needed someone to drink with.

He'd just swiped a bottle of bottom shelf whiskey and, after a moment of thought, one of irish cream when he spotted a familiar face along the bar. "Merwyn!" he shouted, voice already a little too loud - though it wasn't noticeable in the rowdy final hour of service. He bumped past his staff to stand in front of the other man, leaning towards him. "I need to get drunk," he confided. "With someone who won't ask why I'm getting drunk and won't tell my friends." He gave Merwyn his best puppy dog eyes. "Come upstairs and drink with me?"

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fallasleep
2015-08-29 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Merwyn wasn't legless at this point, mostly because he'd started out late after recovering from a catapletic incident that had him knocking himself unconscious against the roadside kerb. He'd been warned not to drink alcohol, but nothing made him feel better after an episode like that and alcohol at least took his mind off the fact that he was never going to fly again because of his stupid brain.

He'd started off as usual with a little group of hangers-on who had drifted away from him as soon as he'd revealed that he was a little short for a Saturday night. He'd been drinking alone at the bar ever since and was uncharacteristically morose until someone called his name. He jumped and tensed, always worried that the person calling out to him might be a disgruntled former fan, but then he caught sight of who it was - or rather, who it was made his way sure and certain into his line eyesight - and the relieved smile he gave was genuine. "Seamus!" he called back, energised again just at the idea that someone he knew remembered his name and was looking for him.

Of course, when Seamus asked him specifically to come with him to get drunk he nearly started crying. He didn't need the puppy dog eyes in the slightest, he was up and off his stool (fairly steadily) and making his way towards Seamus and upstairs both as soon as he was asked. "Of course, lead the way! What are we drinking?" he asked, his concern there about why Seamus needed to get drunk in secret but flooded out for the time being by his happines at being asked to keep company.

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openbottle
2015-09-01 08:19 am UTC (link)

"Whiskey," Seamus answered. "Or Irish Cream - I've got both. We can try them together, even. It'd just make the Irish Cream stronger, I think." That might be nice, because though Seamus could drink whiskey neat, it might not be the best idea for the cheap stuff he'd grabbed. "Or something else if you don't like whiskey. We are in a pub, I can get whatever you want." And the fact that he was drinking through his profits wasn't one Seamus was overly concerned about right now.

He lead the way up to his flat, adjusting the wards to allow Merwyn in for the night. His living room wasn't very tidy. Since Dean's birthday, Seamus hadn't been much bothered with the personal responsibility of things like chores. There were plates from the pub piled by the sink, an empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table from a previous night. His bedroom door was open and though the room through it was dark, clothes strewn across the floor could just be made out and his bed was a rumpled pile of sheets.

"Welcome to chez Finnigan," he announced, placing the two bottles carefully on the coffee table with the empty one. The words reminded him painfully that he had to go to Paris tomorrow for Dean's birthday 'treat'. It was going to be hideously awkward. "Glasses," he murmured, looking around. "I guess we need glasses."

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fallasleep
2015-09-04 12:41 am UTC (link)

Merwyn had never gotten along with the 'Cream' in Irish Cream but he wasn't bothered enough about it to avoid drinking it if Seamus was drinking it. "Whiskey is my friend." he said promptly, although he might have changed his mind about that come morning. He followed Seamus upstairs on slightly wobbly feet, the melancholy of before replaced with simultaneous worry for Seamus and a happy little floating buzz about being invited up to drink with him.

He liked the space in the flat, unbothered by the mess in it - he'd been a Quidditch player and once you'd seen some of those lockers even a tip in Delhi would look tidy. "Thank you for inviting me." he said, strangely polite for a moment. "I don't need glasses if you don't need glasses." Merwyn commented, happy enough to just exchange swigs out of the bottle unless Seamus found that gross. He was drunk enough that he was still upright and moving around but also feeling cuddly and wanting to press himself up against any warm body he could find. He took a seat on the sofa instead, all tucked up and careful not to say anything about cuddling.

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openbottle
2015-09-08 02:51 pm UTC (link)

If Seamus had known the way Merwyn's mind was running he'd have agreed immediately. After everything with Dean, he needed to believe - if only under the influence of alcohol - that someone could still touch him without feeling disgusted. It would only be an illusion, of course, since Merwyn didn't know about the scars, but it would be comforting in the short term.

"Whiskey is everyone's friend," Seamus declared, flopping down near Merwyn on the sofa. "Especially mine. I love good whiskey. Irish, not American or Scottish, of course." He reached forward and grabbed the whiskey bottle, opening it and taking a healthy swallow before he made a face. "This is not good whiskey." He'd known that, of course, when he picked it up but he didn't want to drink too much of his own profit. Besides, the burn was good in its own way. He took another swallow, then offered the bottle to Merwyn. "Good night?"

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fallasleep
2015-09-22 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Seamus sat himself down right in Merwyn's cuddling zone and he wouldn't have his own space for much longer until Merwyn attempted to claim it; he was already leaning in like gravity was working more on him than on anyone else. He giggled as Seamus taste-tested the whiskey and then willingly took the bottle that was offered over to him to glug at it himself, the two near simultaneous shots going right to his head. He pulled the bottle from his mouth with a sucking pop and swung it back Seamus' way.

"It is now." he said with a grin. "It sucks to be alone." he was a little too honest for his own good right then and the tone in what he said was pained, but it was alleviated as he leaned over and snuggled himself in against Seamus like they were old friends or lovers, not thinking enough to ask for permission before he did, just doing what felt right. "'bout you? Good night?" he asked back.

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