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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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"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.

"Don't remind me. I mean, I'm all about equal treatment for those with a paranormal bent, but sirens freak me out just a little. I can make chairs in this place move around, I can talk to someone's dead relatives if they're still around, but I can't make people do what they normally wouldn't, you know?"

That said, Finn ignored Grandda's fist pumping as he leaned in closer. "Okay. I'm here."

"Mmm, you just need to know the right kind of witch. Then all your fears will be alleviated," Keira replied. Her own bracelets, were warded against other outside forces. Not everything of course but a sirens compulsion was one of the thing she was protected from. "And it's not sirens you need to be worried about. I mean, just be glad there aren't any vines round here, I could tie you up and have my wicked way with you."

Keira leaned over the bar, pressing her hand against his cheek and leaning in like she was going to kiss him. At the last moment she turned and brushed a chaste kiss against his earlobe. "Ruined," Keira murmured into his ear with a wicked smile.

"Utterly," Finn breathed as the warmth of her breath tingled against his skin. Yeah, this girl was going to do him in yet, one way or the other.

Then he pulled back and grinned wickedly. "So what you're saying is that I need to find a good witch to protect me, and hang some ivy plants all over the bar?'

Keira raised her arms in victory, before pushing her empty beer across the table. She could always walk home or catch a cab if she was really desperate. Besides, she liked the beer here and the company. She'd have to bring Aoife, if Aoife wouldn't put down a handkerchief on one of the seats which was always a possibility.

"You don't need to hang ivy plants plural, just one will do. They grow like weeds, they grow even quicker with a little prompting from an Earth type witch." Keira replied, smile lingering on her lips as she sat back in her seat. "I might know a good witch, she might even do your warding for a price."

"What kind of price?" Finn asked as he pulled another pint for someone down the bar and slid it over. This whole witches thing wasn't exactly old hat to him any more than sirens were. His family had always just had abilities, little things no one else did. It was as much a part of him as his business sense, even his brown hair and thin frame. It just...was. Just happened. Wards and potions and spells? Those were the things of movies and books.

"So long as the Earth witch doesn't strangle me with the plants I ask her to help me grow, I think I can do that."

"Maybe a beer, maybe a beer and some pretzels." Keira replied with a smile as if she were extorting him for hundreds or thousands not the cost of a beer. She did usually charge, somewhere a lot higher than the cost of the beer but that was just for people, Finn wasn't just anyone. "Oh, that's not what it's for. It's to keep your hands in place when I want to tease you, when you're begging for me..." Keira raised a suggestive eyebrow at him before finishing. "... to stop tickling you."

"You're a cruel, cruel woman, Keira," Finn told her, again clutching his heart as if she'd thrown a knife into it. He couldn't hold the mock injury for long, though. Within a minute, he was grinning and refilling her pretzels and pulling her a second pint. "So what else is going on? Anything interesting to entertain me on a dreary winter's day?"

"You say cruel, I say... depends on who is asking." Keira replied, laughing as he made a mockery of the situation and pretended she'd thrown a knife at him. She waited for the beer patiently before shrugging her shoulders. "Not unless you consider a new shipment on books of the arcane, profane, and one strangely on propane to be entertaining. Just the usual library stuff. Still no one's managed to find the magical karma sutra yet, I really did re shelve that good and proper."

That statement had the coffee cup stopping halfway to Finn's lips. "Wait, wait, wait. There's a magical kama sutra? Do I even want to know?"

Not that he could stop wondering now - things like whether it was sex magic, or just different positions for doing magic...or God knew what.

"There's a magical kama sutra, there's about two hundred copies left in existence, and I have one of them. And have read it cover to cover," Keira replied, raising a smug eyebrow at him just to provoke him a little. Laughing she took her beer and raised it to her lips. "Do you want to know what's involved in it or would you rather experience it?"

"I'd never, ever survive the practical demonstration, love," Finn replied with an audible sigh, "but I have a feeling I'd die with a rather large smile on my face. Why don't you tell me one little thing and we'll see if my heart can stand the torture?"

"Oh, I don't know. I think you're the kind of guy to stand up to the challenge," Keira replied before pointing to a customer who wanted something from one of the low shelves. She did so enjoy watching Finn bend over, it was always spectacular to watch. "Well, one of the positions keeps the man on the point of orgasm for hours but never quite tipping him over. The attuned stones you need for the spell aspect then helps other couples in rites of fertility."

"Yeah, I'd rather not take that position if its all the same," Finn commented with an exaggerated shudder after he straightened up and slid the bowl of bar nuts over to the guy. "I'm all about prolonging things for everyone's fun and enjoyment, but hours on the brink? That sounds more like torture to me."

"Depends on the witch you're with, I'm sure some people could make it a lot of fun. And beside there's always got to be a price with magic, their sacrifice is someone else's gain." Keira replied, laughing as he shuddered about that. "And also it can make the orgasm when you do finally get to come that much more intense. I've heard some people pass out afterwards from pure pleasure."

And this conversation wasn't having any visual or physical effect on him at all. Nope. Not even a little.

Christ, he was such a liar. Especially when it came to lying to himself. Still, there were some things he didn't bend that far on.

"Probably all true, but I'm not one for using magic and sex together." He shot her a wicked grin. "I prefer to make my own magic."

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