|Dean Thomas (inkeddean) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-07-26 19:43:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 07, !incomplete, dean thomas, seamus finnigan|
Who: Dean and Seamus
What: A debauched weekend.
Rating/Warning: TBA, but high
Dean had promised Seamus a debauched weekend, mostly because Seamus wouldn't be getting many more of those if he had essays to grade and students to worry about and classes at sodding Hogwarts to teach. Neville had the same things, Dean figured, but Neville wasn't really the sort of bloke you dragged out for debauchery.
Not that Dean's idea of being debauched was much the same as, well, anyone else's. He was tame, when it came to it, and debauched came out more decadent than anything. He figured some relaxation, and then there was an art show opening tonight in a tiny place hidden in the West End that he'd been told he had to see and that promised to be fairly explicit, and then drinking. Which wasn't all that debauched, really, but as neither of them had anyone to shag and Dean didn't want to pay for prostitutes, that was all they had.
He stretched naked on the table beside Seamus' table as the bloke who'd been assigned to him ran his hands over his legs. After a second, he turned his head to see the girl behind Seamus doing much the same thing, and he sighed. "So, maybe not debauched, but can you really beat a good massage?"