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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"There are days when I'm in the mood for it," Seamus admitted. "Though not very often." There was, sometimes, satisfaction to be had in sitting down and making all the figures add up, in seeing profit and increased customer base and the growing number of groups and activities. There was even a perverse sort of pride in untangling his own mistakes and making everything come right in the end. That was when time tended to get away from him, when Dean and Susan would appear and ask when he'd last eaten or slept.

The chips arrived and Seamus pushed them towards Charlie before summoning the salt and pepper shakers. After several too-salty portions of chips last week he'd told the staff to stop trying and just bring them to the table plain. "Three days so far?" he asked, interested. "Are you planning on more?" It was nice to have Charlie's still open after he'd finished his shift, and gave him somewhere to send customers who weren't ready to go home.