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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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irishflirt
2009-09-09 02:52 pm UTC (link)

"Sorry mate, but Finn's already taken. That's going to be the name of the baby on the way," Seamus said, winking even though he had no wife at home, two kids, or a baby on the way. "You're stuck with Thomas Thomas. S'what you get for letting me get some poor bird up the duff." Seamus was careful enough not have a couple little mini-Finnigans running around already, but if anyone got anyone else accidentally pregnant, good money would be on the Irish fellow who humped everything that moved.

Seamus knew it too. Which he was why he was quick to kill that particular conversation. "I don't think you would, ye great big softie! And if you did? You won't like what I plan to do to your bed in the Tower," Seamus warned, though he was well aware that Dean would never leave him to fend for himself like that. Not for more than a few minutes to teach him a lesson, anyway.

"And I wouldn't put it pas-HEY!" Seamus cried out, when Dean started to drink without waiting for Seamus to get with the program. Grabbing his pint glass, he knocked it back but Dean had the jump on him and would finish before he could.

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deanthomas
2009-09-10 01:05 am UTC (link)

"See, now this one I KNOW isn't yours, since she's been kicking you out of bed for a year now," Dean answered, laughing. Since it wasn't him in danger of having some bird show up claiming he was the daddy (he'd only gotten far enough for that to be a possibility fairly recently, and they'd been careful - and barely seen each other since, actually, it was a bit awkward), Dean just found the idea hilarious, really. "I tried to tell you, but you would have none of it. Serves you right." Seamus would, Dean was sure, eventually end up a dad with tiny little blond Finnigans running about. He'd be good at it, probably. Eventually. "Probably the bloke across the street's," he teased.

"What are you going to do to my bed? Aren't we too old for shortsheeting?" Dean asked. Probably not, but it was worth a try. He didn't deny the notion that he was a softie. He was, and they both knew it. He'd give people the shirt off his back if they needed it more. Well. Most people. He was a softie, he wasn't spineless.

He grinned, giving Seamus a chance to catch up, almost. But Dean was still finishing the last of the pint first, hiding an almost-belch behind his hand - out of habit than because he thought Seamus would care. He lived with his mum, she wasn't keen on bodily noises if they weren't from babies too young to be out of training pants. "One down, Finnigan. What do I win?"

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irishflirt
2009-09-10 02:35 pm UTC (link)

"That no good dirty rotten milkman's the one to blame. I see him eying her up when he comes to collect the bottles," Seamus said, scowling at the imaginary milkman and shaking his fist at him. But then he made his eyes comically wide. "Or do you, best mate o'mine, have anything you'd like to tell me? Do I really have a Thomas Finnigan on the way? I've seen the way she looks at you." Merlin help the girls that get stuck with these two, willing or unwilling. Because it was, without a doubt, going to be a constant...experience to try and get Seamus domesticated.

He only just stopped peeing on the furniture and all.

Reaching out with his leg to kick Dean gently, but hard enough to be felt - once he finished his own pint way too late - he gave a manly man burp without being polite about it and said, "Shortsheeting? No, you win getting the pleasure of finding your bed up on on the Astronomy Tower. You won't know when I'll do it, until I do it."

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deanthomas
2009-09-10 10:25 pm UTC (link)

"Milkman? Who has a milkman anymore? Are we in the bloody thirties?" Dean asked, laughing. He grinned at the shaking fist. "Not that she didn't try, but I wouldn't do that to you, mate. Besides, you know she's not my type. Bit too hairy," he teased blithely. "But if it were, bet my sprog would be loads prettier than yours."

Dean wasn't the type who played about. He usually had one girl he was with, and didn't really flirt or look about too much, outside of that. He was, one could claim, a bit more domesticated than Seamus. That didn't mean he put any real thought, other than teasing, into a future with kids or a wife or anything else, yet, other than the vague notion that he'd like kids, some day. Though not more than two - he loved his siblings. He didn't want a family as big as his though. His head would explode, and whatever crap job he ended up with would never pay for them.

Dean grunted at the kick, foot colliding with Seamus' shin in turn - though not that hard - and rolled his eyes at the burp. "Pig," he accused fondly. He laughed at the idea. "I'll just crawl into your bed, then. Leave you to worry about getting the bed down before McGonagall sees."

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irishflirt
2009-09-11 04:46 am UTC (link)

"I have a milkman and I'll have you know that aside from the funny business with me wife, Lawrence is a pretty standup fellow!" Seamus said, before stinking his tongue out at Dean oh so maturely. He never claimed to be the most mature of guys around, so he had no standard to deviate from. "At least I expect that betrayal from him though. But you, my best mate? I don't know if I can believe you..."

Seamus was constantly moving and flirting with anyone willing to indulge him for a few minutes and even those that wouldn't. He could flirt with a rock, if given the the dare, because he was just that kind of guy with a thing to prove. He might not be the strongest, the tallest, or the best Chaser around, but he could charm the knickers off McGonagall (fanciful thinking) if he put his mind to it. And he was a bit delusional. But wouldn't it be a challenge to find someone willing to put up wit his shite?

Y'know, aside from Dean. But he couldn't exactly marry Dean. Right?

"I knew it!" He crowed, drawing a few irritated looks, but more amused ones from the patrons of the bar. "You're just looking for a way to get into me bed. I'm onto ya, Thomas."

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deanthomas
2009-09-11 07:41 pm UTC (link)

"You're so full of it," Dean told him, laughing. "He's the mailman, you're just too much of a dolt to notice he's dropping off mail, not milk. He's probably named Kevin, and he hates you for calling him Lawrence. He's trying to have a shag with your hairy wife just because he thinks you're a dolt."

He looked up, catching the waitresses' eye to ask for another round. He looked back at Seamus when she'd left again. Had he known Seamus' predilection toward flirting with rocks, it was likely he'd have gone ahead and made that dare. Hopefully when there were witnesses around to see him trying to convince an oversized pebble for a snog.

Seamus might not be any of those things, but that had never really mattered to Dean anyway. Seamus was his best friend, and had been from the start, and Dean liked his company better than anyone else's, really. Seamus had seen him at his worst - which might not be all that bad, but still. He was more comfortable with Seamus than anyone. He might not be planning their wedding, but he'd thought more than a few times about maybe getting a flat after school, if he could find a way to afford it.

He winced at the crowing, picking up a napkin from the table, wadding it up and tossing it at Seamus' head. "If you toss my bed up onto the roof, when I already warned you, then seems like you'll be the one trying to get me there," he argued.

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irishflirt
2009-09-11 07:49 pm UTC (link)

Batting away the wadded up napkins, Seamus considered the best way to address Dean's highly unfounded accusations. He settled for making kissy faces and batting his eyelashes at Dean in a rather feminine manner.

"Oh Dean. You're quick on the uptake, you big strong manly man." Letting out a rather girlish giggle - that he would forever deny making in repeated stories of tonight - he winked at Dean. He would have flashed him a bit of his chest, if he had tits, but settled for the excessive eyelash fluttering.

Seamus was utterly ridiculous, but it was all apart of the charm that made him bearable.

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deanthomas
2009-09-11 10:11 pm UTC (link)

Dean watched the fluttering eyelashes, nose wrinkling at the cooing voice. "You look like someone threw soap in your eyes," he told his friend, laughing again. "Are you sure you're not a bird - I haven't heard ten year old girls that giggle that high-pitched," he teased.

He picked up the new pint as it was set down in front of them, and then leaned across the table, snatching Seamus' drink too, hoarding both of them and grinning. "If you're going to be a flirty wanker, then you don't get a drink unless you put out, or go tart up. You're looking rough, sweetheart," Dean told him.

Had it been anyone else, Dean wouldn't have teased quite so much, but it was Seamus, who was shameless. Put Dean around him long enough and it was a bit contagious.

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irishflirt
2009-09-12 02:50 pm UTC (link)

Dean got a rather rude gesture from Seamus, as he dropped his act and pinched Dean's arm to try and get his drink back. You didn't keep an Irishman from his drink, unless you wanted to be harmed. Which looked like Dean wanted to be, by the way he was holding onto Seamus' drink.

"If you're expecting a Veela, you can forget it, mate. I'm the closest you're going to get to one," Seamus said, leaning back in his seat and considering lifting his shirt up and flashing Dean his chest.

But then the prat would mock it and try to deflate his ego - an impossibility yes, but still not an appreciated gesture - and it would just turn into a pissing contest for the whole night. Naw, he wanted to talk to his mate without it all being teasing. "Gimme my drink, you wanker or I'll tell Amber on you and get her to make you up while you're sleeping off the drinks."

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deanthomas
2009-09-13 05:43 am UTC (link)

"Ow!" Dean yelped, much more than the pinch warranted. "Did you grow bloody crab claws over the hols?" he asked, making a show of peering at Dean's fingers, holding the pint back, out of Seamus' reach still.

"I wouldn't be after a Veela. Might peck out some bits I'm fond of." Not that Fleur hadn't been fit. Very fit. Ron might have been the one who made a fool of himself over her, but that didn't mean Dean hadn't done his fair share of watching her, too. Especially watching her walk away. He was a healthy teenager at the time. He didn't think anyone would blame him.

Dean made a face, since that bit was actually a danger. Amber was lethal when she was mad at him. And his mum and dad always took her side. She did the big innocent routine loads better than he ever did. "I'm sleeping with you when I'm sleeping off the drinks, unless you kick me out to go home," he pointed out. But he relinquished the drink finally, taking a sip off the top, just to be an ass, really.

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irishflirt
2009-09-13 01:51 pm UTC (link)

Again, Dean had the pleasure of getting the finger and was cheerfully told to 'Fuck off, mate.' It didn't stop Seamus from trying to reclaim his drink, which proved to make everything an odd mess of actions and hands. It was a wonder Seamus didn't end up knocking something over in the process.

"Are you stupid in the head? The dangers are there, but the they're outweighed by the things they can do in bed, I hear." Who hadn't watched Fleur walk away every chance that they had? Bill Weasley was a lucky, lucky bloke to have snagged that piece and no was going to deny that.

Seamus' face broke out into a grin, as he took back the drink. "I knew you'd see it my way, the right way, as soon as it was pointed out to you. You're like a daft little child that needs to be guided, sometimes." Immediately, he pulled his stretched out legs back to avoid any kicks under the table. Dean could still get him, but it would just be a little harder now.

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deanthomas
2009-09-13 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Dean laughed, feigning a look of shocked hurt at the "fuck off". As if he hadn't heard it a million times before. He pouted for a moment, and then gave up the sham, leaning back in the chair to sip as his drink, dragging this one out a bit more, now that Seamus wasn't on him to chug it down.

"Yeah? Who do you hear it from? Never actually heard of anyone GETTING one into bed. . . well not a full one, anyway." Since Bill must have gotten Fleur into bed. "What did you hear they do, anyway? I mean, they're either weird bird things or girls, yeah? So either they do the same things girls do, or they do something birds do. Which I don't bloody want to have in bed with me, thanks." Dean would rather watch from a distance than try to shag a harpy. Besides, Fleur had been pretty, but she'd seemed the sort who would take loads to impress. In bed or out. Too much pressure.

Dean slumped down in the seat enough to kick Seamus in the ankle anyway - he had longer legs. He wouldn't have bothered if he hadn't heard Seamus skittering his feet out of the way. "Your way's only the right way about once a year."

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irishflirt
2009-09-14 05:02 am UTC (link)

If Dean fought all proper instead of playing dirty, Seamus would have won the first round of chugging drinks. Or so he said. But he didn't challenge Dean to another go because Seamus was a lot of talk, even when it came to drinking games. That wasn't to say he couldn't drink Neville or someone under the table, but Dean was bigger than him.

"People...that have had sex with Veelas. Like Fleur's dad. Shut it, don't try turning this around on me because you're gay and don't find female Veelas attractive, you great big wanker." Seamus might make a lot of jokes, but he didn't mean half the things he accused Dean of. Their friendship would have been in trouble if he did.

Spluttering in indignition, he waved his mug of beer - carefully, so not to spill a precious droplet - at Dean and said, "I'm always right. Your tendency to lie about these things warrants a visit to St. Mungo's psychiatric ward, I think."

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deanthomas
2009-09-16 12:10 am UTC (link)

"Fleur's dad told you about shagging a Veela?" Dean asked, highly dubiously. "Because the two of you were such friends. . . Did he try to hex off your bits when he realized you were asking because you wanted to shag his daughter? Or did he just love you enough that he wanted to snap you up as a son in law, and that's why you couldn't snog her? Had to leave her for Bill so she didn't tie you down?" he teased, grinning widely. The crack about being gay brought his eyebrows up. "I'm bent when you were just batting your eyes at me? The whole place probably thinks you want in my pants, Finnigan."

Which might have been just a shade too far, since Dean paused, a little uncomfortable for a second for no reason he could name.

He shoved it off, manifesting in an actual physical shrug, and rolled his eyes. "They're attractive. I just wouldn't risk shagging one!"

"I don't lie. I'm going to laugh when you dump that pint on your head, waving it about like that." Though to be fair, Dean was actually a bit impressed he didn't spill a drop when he was gesturing with it.

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