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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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"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.

"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?"

"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.

"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.

"Huh, you'd look cute with braids. I can see why she'd do it," Keira replied, a grin lingering on her lips as she reached out to playfully tug at his hair. Rolling her eyes at his comment, she took a long sigh before nodding at his assessment. "I would ruin you for other women, possibly for other men too. The nation would mourn your loss."

"Who says you haven't already?" Finn flirted back, using his power to tug at a lock of her hair, something that wasn't as easy now that she'd shed the braids. Still, though, he managed it and kept an innocent smile on his face the whole while. "As for mourning my loss, I don't think that's anything liable to happen. I'm not exactly beating them away with a stick, you know."

He never had been, much to his teenaged dismay. He'd had his share of dates, and one nighters, but nothing like the lasting shit his parents and the rest of his family seem to have found. Not that he wants it now, but as Grandda kept reminding him, he wasn't getting any younger.

"I would have to actually do something to ruin you, at least leave my mark on you in some kind of physical way rather than intellectual." Keira drawled, reaching out to tap his neck as if to indicate where she'd leave a mark on him. "Well, they're clearly idiots. You're attractive, you own your own bar, pretty sure you've probably got a tattoo or piercing there to give you that bad boy mystique. So, their loss."

Finn put a hand over his heart and fluttered his eyelashes at her. "All this flattery, Keira. My poor, untried heart can't take it. And yet, still, as you said you have yet to mark me."

Mental images, check. Damn. "Though, just to set the record straight. No piercings, but I do have a few tattoos here and there."

"That's true, but again there's the ruining and all." Keira replied, laughing loudly as he fluttered his eyelashes at her. Pushing his arm, she gestured down the bar to where someone needed his attention. Their play flirting could wait. "And you have to show me, unless they're someone private and then you still have to show me."

"What's the fun in showing? It's much more fun when you find them instead," Finn quipped back. He headed to the other side of the bar to pour another two fingers to one of his regulars, using his powers to send a bowl of pretzels in front of Keira.

All the while, he ignored that his grandfather was now sitting next to her. Or, at least, he tried to. Especially when the man was keeping up a running commentary about him being mental for just flirting with the beautiful lass.

"So," he said when he was back after the transaction. "About that ruining...?" he grinned, then winced slightly when Grandda rolled his eyes.

"That means waiting for swimsuit season, unless you're going to take me out the back and take me out the back." Keira replied, laughing as a bowl of pretzels skidded down the bar. Stopping them with one hand, she lifted a pretzel to her mouth and crunched one loudly. Glancing to the side, she looked around thoughtfully before shaking her head. "Show me one tattoo and I might ruin you at least five percent for other women."

"Who said they'd all be visible when I'm in my swimsuit?" Finn teased, adding a wink. With his grandfather egging him on to show the one low on his hip, Finn pushed up the sleeve on his right arm to show her the family crest he'd had inked there on his 18th birthday. "Now then. About that five percent?"

He winked again, this time adding in an eyebrow waggle.

"Cute, who said people round here where swimsuits in swimsuit season? You know Siren Cove has a large percentage of sirens after all." Keira replied, rolling her eyes as he winked at her. Pressing her lips together, she finished off the beer before leaning forward to see the family crest tattoo on his arm. "Come here then."

Keira curled her finger towards him and beckoned him to come closer.

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