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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Wayne gingerly sat back down on the sofa next to Justin, giving him a side-eye.

"If you say so," he said daintily, then relaxed back into himself. "And you may be a lousy cook, but take it from someone who professionally prepares lousy food - nine times out of ten, the problem is heat. Stick to salads and cold things and you're much less likely to burn it." Wayne imagined Justin was the type who could burn water, but he didn't say anything about it - no reason to make possibly hurtful conjectures.

He'd hurt enough people for one day. Dammit. Why couldn't he stop thinking about it?

"So you and Seamus are doing the nasty, but you're not dating, and you're friends. Is that the long and the short of it?" he asked, only slightly intending the innuendo at the end. "Well, cheers. I apparently can't even have casual sex without hurting anyone." He clinked his empty (when had that happened?) bottle with the one Justin was holding, and reached for a fresh one. Third? He counted empties - two for him, and the one Justin was on. Not in it too deep, then.