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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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[pullmeapint]

"Christ Jesus, the dreaded baby of the family? That's some powerful magic there. I have the luck to be the third of four. Not the first child, not the first girl, not the baby. The trifecta of ignored child," Finn laughed, though it was clear he was probably nothing of the sort. Not as close as he still was to his family.

[wastelandflower]

Rian laughs and wonders if Finn has any idea just how much he's hit on the truth of it. All of his family are witches, going back generations. Their magic has come through, child after child.

"I wasn't meant to be, but then I came along and there was simply no outdoing me."

[keirasullivan]

"You can be happier than happy, you know that right? There isn't a set limit of happiness in a person's life," Keira replied, pressing her lips together. There were plenty of times Keira had been happy, possibly even happier than now but she didn't discount her single happiness because of it. "You really should, so I can question and scrutinise him. And I know there's everything to you, I just know that if you want space then I'll... not give it and harass you some more before maybe eventually giving you it."

[keirasullivan]

"Flatterer," Keira replied, standing up and grinning before pressing a kiss against his cheek. Mock saluting him, she blew him a kiss as he slipped round the other side. "And just for that I'm going to leave you wanting. Like always. Plus, any more and you'll be rolling me into a cab."

[pullmeapint]

"You know I have the cab company on speed dial," Finn reminded her, and kept his mouth firm shut on the offer of his bed should she need to sleep off the worst of the drink. The last, the very last thing he needed was her scent all over his pillows and sheets. She was hard enough to get out of his mind. "And I'd promise to be gentle when I roll you into it."

[keirasullivan]

"Oh I know but do you know how freaking small this town is? That would be such a waste for me to get a cab to my place, you could always gently roll me into your bed instead." Keira replied grinning wickedly at him as she finished her last mouthful of beer. Tossing a pretzel into her mouth, she pulled her jacket on and straightened up. "You're so easy to tease."

[pullmeapint]

Finn clasped his hand to his chest and affected a mock bow. "I am to serve, dear lady," he told her with a wink. "I'll add tonight's take onto your tab, okay?"

[keirasullivan]

"Mmm, or I could settle up by slipping some money in your pocket. Front or back?" Keira replied with a grin, taking out her wallet and raising an eyebrow at him.

[pullmeapint]

"I'd never survive it with my dignity intact," Finn grinned back and held out his hand instead.

[aoife_coombs]

"I do kind of th-" She wasn't going to finish that sentence, things would become too dramatic. Keira had known her through her good and her bad periods, but right now Aoife just wanted to be sweet about Isaiah, not look at how sad her life and thinking was.

"You're a wonderful person", she said instead.

[comeonbro]

"Oh, I know her. She ruins everything," he said, taking a long drink of his beer. He was going to need another one if Lee was going to ruin his favorite bar. Well, he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of getting too upset about it. Too drunk? Maybe. But not too upset. "At least St. Patrick's Day will still be sacred."

"And come on. You can try the Sprint. Triathlons are very Zen."

[comeonbro]

"Why don't we get a booth so Finn can wipe this up and I'll carry the beer for you," he said with a grin as he took the glass from her. She didn't seem too drunk to walk or anything but he wanted to be careful just in case. "That way you only have to pair for the cleaning of one pair of pants tonight?"

[pullmeapint]

"St. Patrick's is always sacred here; don't worry. No matter what nerdy redheads have in mind." He sensed there was something in there, and wondered if the guy might not be protesting a little too much, but he kept his own council about that. Nothing set someone's back up more than bartender observances, especially unwelcome ones. Instead, he pulled another pint for him.

"Right. Zen. I think we have vastly different definitions of that word."

[starting_over]

"Probably a good idea," Samantha smiled at him. "I think I've managed to get a new-shoe blister on my heel and it's making my feet misbehave when I walk. I was trying to not make the blister worse, caught the leg of your stool and...boom. Instant beer bath." Her mouth twisted into a half-smirk. "I really do feel bad about that..and I'm definitely going to get your jeans cleaned for you, or wash them, or whatever."

She took a seat in the booth, sighed, and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "I'm going to shut up now."

[comeonbro]

"Well that's good at least," Roosevelt said. Not that he was particularly Irish or anything but some things you just didn't mess with. St. Patrick's Day was one of those. It was a day for drinking and bonding. Not nerding.

"Come on. When are you more Zen than when you've almost exhausted yourself after being in the ocean and on a bike and then running? Mind, body, and spirit all engaged. That's Zen."

[comeonbro]

"It's fine, really. They're just going to go in the wash with the rest of my clothes, I don't think they're going to need special treatment. I'm just going to have to relax here until it dries and doesn't look like I had a drunken accident," he said with a grin, just so that she knew he wasn't all that upset.

"And for the blister you should try cello tape. It protects the area but lets you slip the shoe on and off easily."

[pullmeapint]

"To each his own Zen," Finn laughed, "but I do see your point. I usually feel pretty damned mellow after a good sparring session. I guess I just prefer the quiet of Tai Chi on the beach at sunset to get there, and not being so bloody exhausted my limbs turn to rubber. I will come cheer you on though? Does that count?"

He batted his eyes at Roosevelt comically, knowing that they both knew he was just teasing and strictly straight.

[starting_over]

"Thanks, I'll try that," she smiled. Then his comment about drunken accidents had Samantha's cheeks heating and an embarrassed giggle bubbling up from her throat, one she tried to cover with her fingers. "Oh, God. I didn't even think about that. Okay. So. My job is to now sit here with you until they're dry and...yeah. Again. Sorry..ah. Crap, I don't even know your name. I'm Samantha," she offered, extending her hand.

[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."

[pullmeapint]

"It very much depends on the day, though I'll always make room for Guinness. That's amazing every day, but its not for everyone. So, let's try this," Finn trailed off, reaching into the beer fridge under the bar and pulling out a recent find.

"You like cinnamon?" he asked before he popped the bottle cap.

[comeonbro]

"I suppose you can be one of my groupies," Roosevelt said with a laugh. He usually had a few friends and family cheering on whatever group he was racing with cheering them on at the end. The more people they had there the more fun it was for everyone involved.

"Do you ever do any competing?" he asked. The idea of doing some sort of physical activity and not making a competition out of it was completely foreign to Roosevelt.

[comeonbro]

"If it takes too long I'm sure that Finn will let me duck out the back," he said with a chuckle at her shocked reaction before reaching out to shake her hand. It was an odd way to meet someone new but at least it was an attracive, nice woman and not some gorilla looking, asshole guy. Roosevelt had enough gorilla looking guy friends.

"Nice to meet you, Samantha. I'm Roosevelt."

[pullmeapint]

"I used to before I started the bar in earnest, now I just don't have time anymore," Finn told him, pointing to a top shelf and a few of his sparring and forms trophies. "Not many local competitions, unfortunately, and until I'm a little more settled and have a competent assistant manager, no way in hell I'm leaving the pub for a weekend to go kick someone's ass."

The loss wasn't a big thing for him, really. He helped out with some of the higher belts at the do jang and that was enough for him. The fact that he was starting to give real consideration to teaching classes was almost frightening in a way.