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Dean Thomas (deanthomas) wrote in wished,

"Thomas Thomas," Dean repeated. "My kid would hate me. He'll grow up to be a Slytherin tosser, just to spite me for naming him Thomas Thomas. I'll just have to name him Finn or something. And tell him what a twat his uncle Seamus is." Dean couldn't hide the way his grin widened though, or stifle the low laugh that escaped. He might give Seamus a hard time, but Dean did think Seamus was funny. Dean wasn't one to brood, usually, but he could settle into his own head and quiet, sometimes, and he had his bad moods, like anyone else did. No one could cheer him up faster than Seamus - or at least distract him.

Dean looked amused at the answer. "I'll leave you passed out here if you get knackered," he warned. It was a useless sort of warning, since Dean would never do that and they both knew it. He'd get Seamus home safe and drunk and tuck him into his bed safe and sound. The only way he wouldn't was if he was as far gone as Seamus was. Which wasn't impossible. Dean might be bigger, but he didn't drink much unless it was when Seamus was getting him to, so he didn't have loads of tolerance.

He picked up his pint, giving the girl serving it a quick smile of thanks and then looking back at Seamus, lifting the glass in a vague, cheering sort of motion, then smirking and cheating, tipping the glass back to drain half and getting the jump on Seamus. He had a bit of cash on him, he could afford a few drinks.