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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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[wastelandflower]

"Or you've been to mine," Rian countered. "And it's the same at my house. Usually I got away with everything, being the baby."

[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."