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pullmeapint) wrote2015-02-25 07:42 pm
pullmeapint) wrote2015-02-25 07:42 pm
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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."
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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She does, she knows what it's like to let someone have that much power over her. She didn't like to think about it though, she certainly didn't let anyone close. Not since Roosevelt... since "Rusy" rather.
"No, they shouldn't. But that's what love is, taking that chance that the hurt is worth it. And sometimes it is," Keira replied with a small fond smile. Remembering all the times that- she couldn't think like that.
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Honestly, it didn't even anger her anymore, just made her feel bad that she could never live up to what he would want from her. In any possible way. Aoife Coombs wasn't a good girlfriend, she'd just be a proper wife some day.
"He asked me if I heard about the Cabot masked ball. Isn't that adorable? If I heard about it."
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"When will you know it's love? I don't know, you just do." Keira replied with a smile of a woman who had in fact, despite all denying the knowledge of it, had been in love. Once. A long time ago. "You know what he meant, and what are you worried your current beau and your long term engagement beau are going to fight for you?"
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God, did Aoife love Keira. "Ed is not my long term engagement beau. And I'm pretty sure that both of them know better than to think I would appreciate them fighting over me. I just - it's just going to be worlds colliding, Keira."