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[mostfalldown]

Date: January 21st, 2007
Time: Very early in the morning.
Location: The Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Seamus Finnigan, Fern Magnussen
Rating: PG

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[golden_armor]

Aurin was exhausted. The investigation was taking a huge emotional and physical toll on his whole team, and, being who he was, he'd been trying to take on a heavier workload so that they could have some time off. Even Carson, bastard though he was, had noticed, and had lately stopped trying to get in Aurin's way

[mostfalldown]

The quiet jingle of the bell above the door had interrupted the song of the old wizards. It was barely a moment before the started singing again, but it was enough to draw Fern's attention from her book. She sighed at the sight of the man -- it appeared the night would never ever. She kept her nose down, burried in her book, hoping he would decide against taking up a seat and head home. When he didn't retreat out of the pub, her shoulders fell a slight degree with disappointment

[safinnigan]

Seamus came back from the kitchen, highly entertained to see a rather exhausted Fern almost waiting on Aurin - an Aurin that looked as exhausted as Fern did. Was he the only one who got used to being awake in the wee hours of the morning? He was nearly always up on and off during the night anyway. He carried the fresh tray of glasses back behind the bar, putting them away for the ‘morrow with ease

[golden_armor]

((eek, I completely flaked on this thread for so long! Sorry!))

Shaking his head, Aurin gave the girl a tired grin. "Of course it won't. My manners seem to have fled me. Let me rephrase, then: I'd like a firewhiskey please, miss."

Just then, Aurin saw Seamus headed toward them from the kitchen. He brightened considerably at the sight of his old friend. "Cheers to you too, Seamus. Long time no see!" He took a large gulp of the whiskey, relishing the burning as it ran down his throat. "As to how I am, well, things have been better and things have been worse. Mostly I've been working a lot of late hours. I actually just got off work a few minutes ago," he said, indicating the cloak hanging by the door.

"Speaking of work," Aurin said in a teasing tone, "You look awfully chipper for this time of morning. Is a barman's job really that easy, or are you just a night owl?"

[mostfalldown]

"Thank you, sir." Fern said brightly, turning to Seamus with a big grin on her face as though she hadn't at all heard anything he'd said. "That is what I was waitin' for, ya big oaf." She remarked, pushing herself off the counter since Aurin had been gifted his drink from Seamus already. Before she'd walk away from the two, however, she'd lift a few of the crisps for herself. Sweeping was a difficult task

[safinnigan]

Seamus nodded at Aurin, wondering what it was he was about so late in the evening, but discretion was part and parcel of his talent as a barman, so he did not inquire. If Aurin wished to discuss it, he would, knowing Seamus was the very soul of discretion

[golden_armor]

Sleepiness had hit Aurin of a sudden, and he put his chin down on his arm, raising his head only when needed to sip his drink. He rolled his sleeve back and inspected the scratch on his arm, tempted to try a healing charm on it but afraid he'd mess it up in his less-than-attentive state

[mostfalldown]

"Seamus!" Fern squeaked, clinging to the Irishman's shoulders as she was lifted from the floor. It most certainly wasn't the first time she'd been picked up, not even by Seamus, but it was something she was sure she'd never get used to. When she was safely on the counter, she would reach forward to swat at his shoulder. She would also attempt to put the glass up, and still fail.

Fern took up glaring at Seamus.

"Don't you go listenin' to a thing he says," Fern mentioned, turning her attention to Aurin. "I work hard. It's him who's the slacker, stayin' in the back all day, testing the food." She nodded in a very sage-like manner, casting a suspicious glance at Seamus. It would fade quickly as he helped her down.

Her playfullness would fade rather quickly with Aurin's comment. Her lips were tugged downwards into a frown - an expression she seldom wore. "Don't go sayin' that." She said softly, leaning against the counter nearest to him. "That's hardly a time to be wishin' anything from."

[safinnigan]

Seamus bore all of Fern’s accusations well. It was much easier to do that since the lass was totally beholden to him for getting her down - not to mention putting up the glass for her - which he did without comment