Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus grinned, imagining Susan and Ernie covered in sparkly pink paint. (Dean, in his imagining of the scene, got a rather more tasteful silver-and-gold look.) "We should totally do that. Don't have to wait a year." If there was one thing Seamus was good at, it was finding excuses for celebration.
"M'always an idiot," Seamus pointed out - by which he meant that Dean always thought so, not that he always actually was. "Don't stop just because it's your birthday." Nonetheless, he let Dean guide him over to the bed. A feat that was quite impressive, considering Dean's earlier unsteadiness. "Mam'd have my head if I didn't offer you the bed." Never mind the number of times Dean had crashed on the sofa after Seamus was already asleep. He pushed the jeans down and stepped out of them, kicking them carelessly away.