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RP: How awkward can this be?
Who: Dean, Susan, and Seamus

What: Dinner

Where: Monmatre, Paris

When: Sunday 29th August

Rating: SFW probably



At any other time spending the weekend in Paris with his two best friends would have been an absolute birthday dream for Dean. Even given the whole in love with one of them and in one of the supposedly most romantic cities in the world bit. Only now it was like some sort of low-grade torture situation. He and Seamus were barely talking because of the little birthday incident. In fact until he arrived shortly after finishing Battlescars back in London they hadn't really seen each other since the party. Dean had been greeted by his disappearing back when arriving for his pub shift and had been basically hiding out at home otherwise.

Friday and Saturday had been of some minor relief. The Louvre had been absolutely amazing and he'd forgotten about the whole situation for most of the time they were there. Even the discover of two pieces which had similar three-layered finishes like the nightmare piece he had been working on hadn't defeated his mood. Saturday had been good too, there had been some more art-related tourist attractions, he'd even managed to do a couple of sketches (admittedly half-arsed ones, but it was something). The fact Susan kept making him try and speak French was... irritating, especially considering how bad his French was. Thankfully after half of a sentence most people got the idea he was trying but terrible and switched to English.

Then Saturday night had become appallingly awkward when the restaurant they had gone to had assumed the two of them were a couple and given them a secluded table and candlelight. Of course they had been arguing about again it when Seamus arrived the next day. Which was appallingly awkward.

The awkwardness had continued during lunch at a tiny café where Susan had tried to make them sit next to each other. It hadn't worked. In fact they had been taking a lot of care to keep Susan between them at all times. Dean could honestly say it was at least somewhat intentional on his own part. He just didn't know what to say to break the beginnings of a rift that had sprung up between them, or if he even had the right to.

After lunch they had explored Monmatre, dragging themselves up the hill to the Sacré Cœur, and stopping off at various places on the way. Dean had been fascinated by some of the artistic history of the district, but tried to not bore the others, which was easy enough because half the words which came of his mouth felt like dust as soon as he glanced at Seamus and remembered the betrayal he had wrought on their friendship.

And now it was time for dinner and they were picking a restaurant almost at random, a few streets away from the main tourist trail, as they wandered back down the hill. Dean knew from other trips to places that if you stepped away from the tourist traps you could get cheaper food that was probably more authentic and arguably better.

"There?" he suggested, pointing at random. It was France, everywhere had menus outside the door by law, which was good for both assessing food and prices.