Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I could totally last a fortnight, Finnigan," she said, shaking her head defiantly. "Let's say if I mention anything of the sort over the next ten days say, you get to dare me to do something ridiculous - as long as it won't get me fired. What do you reckon Dean?" She narrowed her eyes, mentally calculating exactly how long she would have to go without mentioning the big, purple, glitter-covered, pole-dancing elephant in the room. She was also completely certain that they would both make it as hard for her as they humanly could. "Besides, you're both horrible, horrible men and I don't know why I put up with you," she added with a look of mock-anguish on her face. "Maybe I should just not talk to you both for two weeks? How would you like that hey?"
"I can't believe you just suggested that to me Seamus Finnigan. I would never get naked or have sex in your pub," she said in mock outrage. It was a blatant lie of course, there were at least two possible scenarios where she'd at least get naked in his pub, but the proper forms needed to be observed. "I have been naked in your flat but that is entirely different, as this was the closest place and Ernie and Hannah had to re-inflate my lungs, heal my shattered pelvis, and regrow six of my ribs - as you'll well remember!"
Her expression softening, Susan reached over and patted Dean's arm affectionately. "I'm sorry, handsome. That's a much less fun way to er, well achieve an un-fun end. Still, I hope Cat kicked sand in their faces in retaliation!"