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, |
"Fine," she said, her resolve falling into place. "Two weeks!" In all honesty, not badgering Dean and Seamus couldn't possibly harder than say, taking down a ring of dark wizards, or indeed filling out the paperwork for an "unscheduled transformation event" for a colleague who still had residual charms in their system and tended to try and spit at anyone who came near them. At least, she fervently hoped that Seamus and Dean wouldn't be too outrageous with her over the scenario. "Do I, Finnigan? Do I love you?"
She gave Dean the sort of look that would have made a giant pause, and then prudently decide to head in the opposite, then smiled. "I suppose I can give you both two weeks to think of something horrendous, not too horrendous though," she added with a warning finger. "If I lose, which I'm not saying I will, but if I do, I don't want to have to do something horrid. If I do it will definitely only be Seamus who will be the only one to not be getting laid in his apartment." She underscored her words by poking her tongue out, and poking Seamus good-naturedly in the arm.
Susan laughed lightly. "Oh handsome, even then you had strong women looking after you. It must be some innate talent you have?"