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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Alcohol," Charlie said with feeling as Seamus made his way over. "Preferably beer in pint form. Firewhiskey also works," he said, rubbing slightly at the ache between his eyes that staring at paperwork for most of the afternoon had caused. "Although if you've got chips still I wouldn't say no. Fucking paperwork." He muttered the last part. Research had also generated a fair amount of paperwork, but it was far more interesting that columns upon columns of figures.

He shifted on the stool, bringing his feet up to rest on the bar, glancing down to check his prosthetic foot had settled where he wanted it to. "You look like you've had a long day," he said, recognising the stretch Seamus had been doing as he came in as one that helped after a full shift on his feet.