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[family_mcfinn]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / August 6th, 2006 / 8:00 pm.
Location: English Coastline
Open To: Marcy
Currently Involving: Faolan McFinn

And with an echoing 'pop', they appeared.  Faolan had met up with her at the exact time they set and almost immediately grabbed her hand with a quiet "Let's go".  Seconds later they were out on the English

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[marcy_hourigan]

Marcy didn't mind Folly being so un-fancy and common. It was nice to let her hair down every once in a while and not have to be proper - enjoy the little things in life instead of what she was used to.

It didn't matter to Marcy if Folly was a bit of an alcoholic. So long as he wasn't a violent drunk or a depressed drunk, she was fine with that. He could always blame it on his heritage anyways, if Folly ever needed a reason instead of the mass chaos in his head. Marcy took the glass when Folly handed it to her, thank him and smiling in return. Wine wasn't exactly her favorite but ... this was a date at the beach, not a night in the town.

"Not at all!" Marcy said, knowing that the food he called traditional was likely traditional for Marcy as well. She hadn't grown up in Ireland like Folly, but her grandparents were from there and she was somewhat exposed to their culture. "Perhaps one day you could show me!" Bad, bad idea but at this point, Marcy was starting not to care. She knew it was utterly wrong but why not milk it for all it's worth because either way, they'd both get in trouble!

[family_mcfinn]

Oh, Folly wasn't really any sort of drunk, more of a... 'when drunk, I exist'. Those he did tend to get a bit more sharp when under the influence. Had more deep thoughts or something. More philosophical. Anyway, yes, blaming it on Irishism would probably much, much easier. He'd rather people think he was quiet out of lack of things to say, rather then because of the raging storm that constantly roared in his head.

Her reply caught him off-guard and he paused, then slowly glanced up at her. "Really?" he asked quietly. Show her which, the boring, traditional or the exciting life part? Most people thought his job to be thrilling and adventurous, but hardly any actually cared to have anything to do with it. It was very dangerous, yes. They dealt with a very, very dark side of the wizarding world and the only job out there that was anywhere near as dangerous as his got the advantage of working in very large groups - the Aurors. Obviously, that wasn't what she was talking about. Smile spreading just a wee bit, he motioned to the food now set out before them, welcoming her to help herself. "Which, th' pastoral or excitement?"

That didn't come out quite like he had intended.

[marcy_hourigan]

Well if Marcy knew that, she'd most definately try to change it. When she was drunk, she seemed to turn into the life of the party, the one that dances on the pole and streaks down the road if asked to. Marcy wasn't entirely Irish though so she couldn't even blame it on that. Perhaps saying she was from America would do the trick instead?

Marcy nodded, following Folly's gaze. She thought that he would have meant it the other way around - work was, afterall, intended to be boring in Marcy's opinion and culture and traditions seemed to be more interesting. "Either - I think a bit of both would be good for me to get to know you better, no?"

Grinning up at Folly, Marcy started to pick here and there. She didn't want to come off as a fat cow but damn it, she was hungry and she didn't want to act like an anorexic date tonight! So she picked, with a couple 'Mmm!'s thrown in for good measures to boost Folly's ego and confidence a bit.

[family_mcfinn]

Well, Folly's job was pretty different. Ministry officials or doctors or even singers didn't get to go about the world the way the McFinns did. Even in their career field, that kind of activity was rare. But when one was well-known throughout all the different wizarding countries, one was expected to go about as much as possible and help any (and all) that were in need.

Even if they were in Peru.

"Right," he said quietly, sideways smile on his lips as he ate a bit of mash. "Since all aspects of me life are worth knowin'." OH, OHHHH!! HE HAD MADE A JOKE! A JOKE! FOLLY?! It was a.. what was it, witty comment? Sarcasm, even? Wow. Folly rarely felt comfortable enough with people to get his slightly sarcastic side show. "But aye, ye can come about wit me whenever ye please. Juss... don't be expectin' it ter be excitin' fer anyone but those that 'ave this nonsensical obsession wit Runes, okay?"

Yes. Folly loved his job because he was a Rune-Nerd.

Folly really wouldn't have cared if she ate the plate itself. To him, a girl acting naturally was more attractive then anything else, but he figured she just wasn't hungry. Who knows when her last meal was, right? She coulda just eaten for all he knew, but she sounded pretty hungry to him when they were discussing running off to another country, didn't she?