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Tweak says, "HoNk!"

Seamus Finnigan (irishflirt) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-08-31 22:51:00

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!1997: 08, !complete, dean thomas, seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus Finnigan & Dean Thomas
When: 28th August (Backdated)
Where: London
What: School is about to start, but Seamus decides that he and Dean need to go to a pub before going back to Hogwarts.
Rating: PG-13

"And then me Da said, 'Seamus, just because I give ye free drinks here, doesn't mean ye have to drink me out of a living!' And then he called me mam and told her that I get it from her side of the family, because the men on his side have more of a tolerance. I didn't much care to listen to the conversation after that though, because they started to talk about having dinner together and candles and shite like that," Seamus babbled, as he dragged Dean down the street toward a well lit pub nearby.

In a few days, they would be on the train back to Hogwarts. Everyone could feel it in the air that this year was going to be different, that it was going to be more important than the ones previous to it. But Seamus didn't let that weigh heavily on his mind, because they had a few more days of being carefree left.

No DA, no attacks on Hogsmeade, and no Death Eaters were going to ruin this night with his best mate.

How he convinced Dean to go along with his pub shenanigans was anyone's guess, but there he was, practically marching down the cobblestone street with a determined air about him.

Pushing open the door, he grinned up at the taller boy and said, "Maybe we'll find a few birds tonight, eh?"

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deanthomas
2009-09-01 07:21 pm UTC (link)

Dean was busy watching his own feet as Seamus babbled, largely so they didn't intersect with his friend's and trip them both, since Seamus was hauling him around. Dean half wanted to ask if Seamus wanted to put a bloody leash on him or something. But he didn't really mind, unless he ended up tripping and meeting the pavement close-up. Then he'd mind a bit more. He grimaced in sympathy as Seamus mentioned candles though. There was nothing more traumatizing than proof that your parents were romantic-minded still. At least Seamus didn't have a million siblings running around to give proof that his folks still had romantic dinners. And after-dinner events Dean never, ever wanted to contemplate if he didn't have to.

Dean was worried about going back to school, and what was going on, as much as anyone in the D.A. was. But Seamus' enthusiasm was infectious, usually, and he hadn't put up a fight about going off to a pub, telling his family he'd stay with Seamus and be back tomorrow to pack up and get ready to go and all. That way if he managed to let Seamus get him pissed, he wouldn't have to listen to his mum about it. Or Amber, for the matter. She had an uncanny ability to sniff out when he felt under the weather the next morning and come and yell at him until his ears wanted to bleed. He loved her. But he thought it might be worth getting his wand broken to cast a silencing charm, once in a while.

Plus Dean generally wasn't that hard for Seamus to convince to do things, anyway. He tended to go along with minimal protesting, even if their more ill-advised outings and antics were usually Seamus' fault to start with, at least.

"You'd better not find one, since I'm staying with you and I don't fancy playing lookout in case your dad comes to check on you or something," Dean answered dryly. He wasn't half the flirt Seamus was, but he did all right, usually, and he didn't mind chatting girls up. But he wasn't the one night stand sort, and he didn't see much point in talking to girls he'd never see again, since they were leaving for school in a couple of days. (Granted, not being a one night stand sort was probably due, in large part, to the fact that he lived in a dorm he shared with his friends, or at home with his large family. It didn't leave many options. But he was more the faithful sort anyway, once someone caught his fancy.) "If you wander off to snog some girl, I'll tell her you have a wife at home after a gunpoint wedding when you were sixteen and you have wheat-headed little kids waiting at home," he threatened, walking in next to Seamus and stopping, looking around the dimly lit put and then nodding toward a table near the bar questioningly. "Good?"

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irishflirt
2009-09-03 05:30 pm UTC (link)

"Oh come on now!" Seamus said, protesting as he rocked back and forth on his heels as he surveyed the pub and nodded at the table that Dean had picked out. As much as sitting on a stool at the bar was fun, a table with chairs that had back support would probably be more useful to them. After all, if Seamus got drunk, something had to keep him sitting up and it surely wasn't going to be his own willpower. That was the first thing to go once he got drunk, right after his sobriety and ability to keep his pants on. Luckily, Seamus wasn't really looking to take off his pants and dance around on the table that night. That, while amusing, didn't pull many girls. Or any at all. "You don't know for sure that Seamus Jr. and Dean Jr. are mine."

Grinning wide, he ordered up a pint of whatever was on the tap before kicking Dean lightly under the table and leaning forward on his elbows, hands supporting his chin as he pinned Dean with a wide eyed stare. "And you know that harlot tricked me into marriage. There was some shiftiness going on. The Imperius Curse I say!" There was very little that Seamus couldn't turn around and twist to his own liking.

"Anyway, we have an arrangement. What I do on my nights 'off' is my own business and what she does is hers, as long as she has dinner waiting when I get back." Seamus, if he was ever manged to be convinced that marriage was a good idea, would no doubt make a lousy husband. Or so he thought. People had a way of changing when they were thrown into such situations. "Anyway, I'm with you." He pouted now. "They all seem to like you better than me these days." Ginny Weasley didn't go after him now, did she? But with good reason. Dean was tall, had muscles that Seamus didn't, a smile that made knickers drop, and handsome in a way that made girls (and some boys) swoon. For a second, Seamus got caught up in staring at his best mate and mentally listing his good qualities, before catching himself and shaking himself out of that.

"Doesn't matter! In a few days, we'll be back on the Hogwarts Express and up to our elbows in birds." Seamus was determined to have a full and active social life this year, because while he knew there was a war going on - and you had to be braindead to not know that - he wasn't quite dead yet and wasn't going to stop living his life.