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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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[starting_over]

"You're so very kind," Samantha smirked and nodded at the bartender. "Shall we stay at the bar? Or find a booth?" She looked at the half-full glass in her hand and sighed. "No matter where we go, I probably shouldn't be carrying this. I'm afraid I'm armed and dangerous."

[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?"

[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]

"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."

[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.

[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."

[starting_over]

"He seems like a nice enough guy, so I'm sure he would but it's, ah, very cold outside tonight and, given where the spill is..." Samantha started and then brought her beer to her mouth to keep more idiocy from trickling out unbidden. She shrugged her shoulders and quickly changed tacks.

"Roosevelt? Like the presidents?" she asked, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs. "I can't imagine that was an easy one going through school."

[comeonbro]

"At least it 's some of the good presidents. My old man is a big fan of Teddy Roosevelt and thought the name would build character," Roosevelt said with a shrug. He never really thought about how unusual his name was these days unless he met someone new. He was actually a big fan of his name. "I like it a lot better than if he had gone with Theodore."

[starting_over]

"It's definitely more unique without being the whole trendy thing of replacing vowels with the letter y or other equally mystifying things parents call their children," Samantha nodded, "And I can't blame him the man. Roosevelt was an amazing president, and very ahead of his times."

Then twitched her mouth into a wry smile. "Any siblings? Adams? Washington? Fillmore?"

[comeonbro]

"Those names are completely ridiculous and that trend needs to be stopped immediately. People should just make up new names at that point. Future archaeologists are going to be completely confused about our naming conventions."

It was one of those ways in which Roosevelt was old school, a crotchety old man yelling from his front porch about the kids on his lawn. He had no problem with that though.

"One of each, although more reasonable heads prevailed with their names."