Who: Seamus and [open] What: Just getting off work. When: Late evening. Where: Brannigans Pub. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
It was never a fun evening for Seamus when he was stuck behind the bar instead of in front of it. Sure, he got to chat up every bird that stopped by for their fill, but no one wanted to sit at the bar all night and flirt with someone who was busy running about and fulfilling the needs of other customers. It was a frustrating situation, one that Seamus hoped to scurry his way out of soon enough when he managed to scramble up enough money to start up a pub of his own. Then he'd be able to hire someone to take up his miserable position while he worked the floor. A much more desirable job really. Sighing, he positioned the last few bottles of booze back into their proper positions and shuffled into the back room. Once there he slipped out of his robes and shoved his way into some proper muggle attire. Jeans, a simple t-shirt, and the leather jacket that he had taken to wearing over the past two years. His father had shipped him one three years previous for Christmas. Offended by the gift, Seamus had taken it down to the streets and handed it off to the first bum he crossed paths with. Accepting gifts from him? Seamus would rather be mangled to death by a pack of angry kittens. But he had wanted a nice jacket. Which was why he had gone out of his way to save up for one straight after. He was much more proud of this one than the one he had discarded of. It was more his style, anyway.
Slipping it over his shoulders, Seamus shoved his robes into his locker and ambled off toward the front entrance. After bidding the few who were lagging behind a farewell, Seamus shut the door behind him and stepped out into the dark street. He paused on the corner, fumbling in his back pocket for a pack of fags. Pulling the pack out, he stared at it momentarily before shaking his head and pulling a single out. Starting up had been a bad idea. But now he didn't seem to know how to stop. I'll quit, yeah, Seamus thought to himself as he set it on fire, Tomorrow. Or after the holidays.