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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

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?"