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Tweak says, "dia duit"

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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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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