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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus was tired. He'd woken up early than he'd like - and not in the best of circumstances. He'd taken the early shift, knowing others were coming in to cover the evening. Now, though, he was officially off duty - but he was still standing on the staff side of the bar, serving the occasional drink. A line of tension between his shoulders ached terribly, his feet hurt and there was something wrong with his left heel which made it difficult to walk smoothly.

Deep down, he knew that the minor aches and pains of bar work were only exaggerated today because of his mood, but that didn't stop him from feeling them. He arched his back in a stretch just as Charlie sat down and flushed, pulling his t-shirt back down over the thin strip of skin that he'd briefly exposed.

"What can I get you?" he asked, forcing unfelt cheerfulness into his tone. "And please, please don't say a burger because we're out. Somehow."