Comments | road_ahead: RP: Drinks

rar_seamus in road_ahead

RP: Drinks

Mar 17, 2009 20:27

Date: 17 October 1999
Characters: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan
Location: Hog's Head
Status: Semi-Public
Summary: Dean and Seamus get drinks. On a Tuesday. That's right.
Completion: Incomplete

( It's Friday night somewhere. (...wait.) )

place: hog's head, october 1999, dean thomas, seamus finnigan

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rar_dean March 18 2009, 01:14:46 UTC

"Keep your knickers on straight!" Dean called back, waving his wand over his palette to get rid of the last of the paint so it wouldn't be dry and crusty by the time he got home.

He stepped back and looked at his work, at the long-neglected painting of George that he'd had tucked away, and managed half of a smile. It wasn't finished yet, but he was working on it again. That was something, anyway.

Pulling on a jacket, Dean trotted down the stairs, resisting the urge to take them two at a time. "Whose turn is it to buy Floo Powder, anyway?"

rar_seamus March 18 2009, 01:56:06 UTC

Seamus punched Dean in the shoulder as Dean joined him at the fireplace. "Don't worry about my knickers."

He wondered if he should've grabbed a jacket too, but soon enough he'd be plenty warm. "Fuck if I know," he said with a shrug. "I'll pick some up next time, if I think about it though. For now, let's go." He tossed the powder into the floo and stepped through first, straightening up in the Hog's Head. They'd not been here since they'd done the painting.

"Want to head to the bar, or grab a table, then?"

rar_dean March 18 2009, 02:27:47 UTC

"Maybe someone should be," Dean said, punching him back.

He chuckled at Seamus's hurry as they stepped through the Floo. He'd really only been painting most of the day, but he couldn't say a trip to the pub was an unwelcome way to spend the evening.

"Well, if we're gonna do it, we might as well do it right. Beer first, of course," he said, winding through the tables up to the bar.

rar_seamus March 19 2009, 01:43:39 UTC

"Nah, mate, beer before liquor makes you sicker," Seamus said. "Think that's how it goes, anyway. Still we're stickin' to beer for tonight anyway, so we should be good."

He joined Dean at the bar and held up two fingers, signaling for the first round. "How's it goin', then? I know I wasn't even home from work long before I dragged you out."

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