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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?"