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[pullmeapint]

Finn cleared the last of the dishes from the dinner rush and carted them into the kitchen for Tandy, laughing when she asked if he'd been demoted to busser.

That chore done, he headed back into the bar to do a walk around, checking with those in the game room and those at the tables and booths scattered around the bar area. He joked with a few of the regulars and greeted the faces he couldn't remember seeing before taking his position behind the bar again.

Leaning against the back counter, he surveyed his pub and couldn't help the smile that formed. For as much flak as he'd received from his family over his choosing such a small town when he finally struck out on his own, he really did love the town. The atmosphere was open, accepting, and the sheer fact that he could use his abilities without causing the National Enquirer to drop onto his head made it perfect.

He looked up when the door opened and called out a welcome to the newcomer.

"Welcome to the Pub."

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[keirasullivan]

"Look at that beautiful face, all ready to poor me a beer and everything." Keira called out, smiling as she slid into a seat at the bar. She could've taken a booth but then she wouldn't get to talk to Finn which was at least forty percent of the joy of this place. "It's like you can read my mind."

If he could it'd probably be a wonderland of him doing her on the pool table fantasies. So, it really was a good thing that he couldn't. Because that would be embarrassing.

[pullmeapint]

"Now there's the bright spot to my night," Finn called out, already drawing her pint so that it was ready and sliding across the bar seconds after she sat down. "Truth be told, I'm glad I didn't get that one. Having nightly conversations with my dead grandfather is bad enough. I really, really don't want to know what's going on in the minds of half the people in here. Especially on a Friday night when the hookups start getting planned."

He reached out with his own power when a near-drunk at the end of the bar almost missed getting his glass back on the wood surface. "So how're you doing? Still on the outs with your sister?"

[keirasullivan]

"If only you'd come home with me at the end of it, then that bright spot might be even brighter." Keira teased, reaching for the beer as it slid along the bar. Lifting it up to take a mouthful, she let out a pleased sigh before putting it back down on the bar. The first of many of the evening she hoped. "She has been putting peroxide bleach in my shampoo, lucky for me I know when my stuff has been messed with and haven't actually succombed to her childish, petty revenges yet."

Keira sighed. Having a twin was amazing, built in best friend. But it also came with the whole built in nemesis thing too.

[pullmeapint]

"Sisters can be a blessing and a curse," Finn agreed. "Moira's favorite was to braid my hair while I slept, knowing damned well I was half-asleep when I went in to school in the mornings. I wouldn't notice until second block most of the time."

He grinned around his own drink, black coffee, and laid a hand over his heart. "I would have, but I'm terrified you'd just use me up and toss me aside when you were done and leave me nursing a shattered heart for the rest of my days."

Not that he hadn't thought about it, or her, in that way. A few times. On the pool table. In the back room. Right on this very bar. Suddenly, he was glad his brother, and his ease of tripping through people's minds, were far away from Maine.

[aoife_coombs]

"Of course I would find you in the only pub are tiny little town has."

Aoife taps her shoulder before sitting down on her right side. "Don't worry, not here for your hair."

[keirasullivan]

"Hang on a second, Finn is about to bend over and it's the highlight of my evening." Keira murmured, leaning against Aoife but not turning just yet so she could watch Finn's ass. Smiling, she finally turned to face Aoife and smiled at her bestie. "Hey cutie, of course you find me in the best pub our tiny town has with the hottest bar owner. What can I do you for? Girl talk? Is it girl talk?"

[aoife_coombs]

Aoife followed her gaze, all the while feeling like she was hurting Isaiah.

"Do you want it to be girl talk? Are you going to share something intimate and sweet over a big glass of beer?"

[aoife_coombs]

Of course Aoife had heard about this newest addition to Siren Cove. And yes, she understood that pub usually meant English or Irish, and not German, but maybe this one was different. Maybe this one prided itself for its huge selection of beers from all around the world.
And even if the man had the brand, it might be a huge disappointment after all these years.

No matter what, she wanted to have a look around. "Hello", she answered his greeting with a nod. "Welcome to the community."

[pullmeapint]

"Ah, thanks," Finn smiled when he looked up at the woman. "I've been pretty happy here and couldn't be more pleased with the location. Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?"

[aoife_coombs]

"That's lovely to hear." She always fell back on old fashioned niceties when a bit nervous.

"Right now I only have a question about your merchandise, if you don't mind?"

[pullmeapint]

Finn held his arms out wide to indicate the bar behind him. "Fire away, though I'll say there isn't much I have that isn't visible by looking. Is there something in particular you're after?"

[wastelandflower]

"Don't suppose you've got more of that Guinness lying around, eh?" Rian asks. He's stopping in a little early, Sophie chewing determinedly on her pacifier while she rides in her father's arms.

Gesturing to his daughter, he smiles a bit. "Can't stay long, but I wanted to stop in."

[pullmeapint]

Finn brightened immediately when he saw both Rian and his adorable daughter. "Just so happens I do. And I'll do you one better. I'll build you a pint if you let me spoil Sophie while you drink it. Deal?"

Finn started to build the pint, already making funny faces at Sophie. He was an uncle several times over and had long since stopped counting how many cousins he had. They were Irish, they were Catholic. And they were nothing if not traditional, no matter what special gifts they possessed.

[wastelandflower]

Rian can already tell that his daughter's going to grow up to be the center of attention. Once she notices Finn, she gurgles and laughs and lays on the charm right back.

"Seems to me you've got practice being an uncle." Rian knows how it is. They're from the same place, after all.

[thediceloveme]

"Hi. Beer? I need beer." Lee said, bustling into the cosy pub. She dumped her bags on a stool and then took the one next to it. "Sorry - hello. I would like a beer please."

[pullmeapint]

Finn laughed and indicated the beer board over his head as well as the different brands he had on draft. "Going to have to narrow it down a little further than that," he replied. "Want to give me a hint?"

[thediceloveme]

"Ummm..." Lee looked over the board and although the names were all cool she had no idea what any of them meant. "Something alcoholic? Honestly I know nothing about proper beer. Just American ones and I get the feeling you'd sneer at those."

[comeonbro]

"Finn, my man, please tell me you have the Hawks game on tonight?" Roosevelt asked as he sat down at the bar. Roosevelt had been a Hawks fan all his life on account of the name thing. This was maybe the first time in his adult life they were actually good. Really, really good. Finn's was fast becoming his favorite place to watch the games. He liked the bar tender a lot and the atmosphere was great.

"And a drink on me to anyone who will cheer for them tonight."

[pullmeapint]

Finn nodded and pointed to the TV above the bar. "Just switched it on knowing you'd be in for it, though I'd be careful saying that around this group. Half of them would cheer on their worst enemy for a free beer." Which he totally didn't mean, because he didn't cater to a lot of the power drinker type. There was a sign above his bar, very prominently, that said he had the right to refuse service. A right he used whenever the need arose.

"You want the usual?" he asked, looking towards the draft sticks.

[comeonbro]

"This is why this is my favorite bar," he said, attention riveted to the TV. It was important to have a bar where the bartender knew you and had the sporting events that you followed on when you went there.

"And yeah, the usual please," Roosevelt added, turning to nod at Finn in thanks. "How have you been, busy day?"

[starting_over]

Samantha pushed back from the bar, intent on the booth near the back that had just opened up, glad that she'd been able to enjoy a beer without being hassled by anyone like she would have been at a place with a more meat market bent to it. Now, though, with the place starting to clear out a bit, she'd decided to finish her beer in the quiet near the back.

That was, of course, until Her foot caught one of the bar stools and she pitched forward to rain half her beer on the bar right beside some poor guy.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!"

[comeonbro]

Roosevelt was completely engrossed in the game and didn't even notice the woman until she spilled her beer on the bar and half of it ended up in his lap. Jumping up from his stool Roosevelt gave a shout as he looked down at his partially soaked lap.

"Hey, watch out-" he started to say before he looked up and saw that a very attractive woman had spilled the beer. "You don't want to end up with any of this on you either. Are you okay?"

[jiyunnies]

Usually when Riley needs a drink, she hits up Coombs tavern or Watersong. But tonight she doesn't have the energy for Watersong and after putting in so many hours at Coombs & Co. on top of finishing up the museum for it's grand opening, she decides tonight she'd rather be somewhere different and not Coombs related.

With a tinge of guilt, she winces and pushes open the door of the Pub. Riley loves Moira and her family, she does, but sometimes a break is needed. A change. And she's heard wonderful things about the place so she knows this will be a nice break from her usual routines.

Taking a seat at the bar with a curious glance around the place, she smirks at the bartender and gives a little wave. "Hi. Can I get a glass of your favourite beer?" She's not picky and after the exhausting week, she'll drink anything, really.

[pullmeapint]

Finn laughed and wandered over to where the woman sat. "Why is it that beautiful women always like to challenge me with impossible questions?" he asked her, grinning from ear to ear. "I have many favorites, probably too many, so how about this. You tell me if you like pale, bitter, spicy or sweet and I'll pick from that. Deal?"

[jiyunnies]

Riley blushes slightly at the compliment, ducking her head. "Sorry," she smiles. "Guess your favourite depends on the day, huh? Spicy. Definitely spicy."