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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Dean and Seamus
Seamus struggled to get up out of one of the brightly coloured deck chairs. The empty cocktail glass was still cool in his hand and he swayed slightly, the alcohol in that daiquiri rushing to his head all at once when he stood up. The Roost was, finally, practically empty. Even Dominic had gone home - which meant they'd have to take down all the charms tomorrow. Thank goodness the room was soundproofed, as was Seamus's flat.

He made his way through the sand to where Dean was standing, apparently contemplating a midnight(ish) snack by the food tables. "If you're thinking about the jerk chicken or the curry, eat it here. Anything else you can bring up with you." He stood at Dean's side, resting his head against Dean's upper arm. "Reckon it's bedtime."