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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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"To each his own Zen," Finn laughed, "but I do see your point. I usually feel pretty damned mellow after a good sparring session. I guess I just prefer the quiet of Tai Chi on the beach at sunset to get there, and not being so bloody exhausted my limbs turn to rubber. I will come cheer you on though? Does that count?"

He batted his eyes at Roosevelt comically, knowing that they both knew he was just teasing and strictly straight.

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"I suppose you can be one of my groupies," Roosevelt said with a laugh. He usually had a few friends and family cheering on whatever group he was racing with cheering them on at the end. The more people they had there the more fun it was for everyone involved.

"Do you ever do any competing?" he asked. The idea of doing some sort of physical activity and not making a competition out of it was completely foreign to Roosevelt.

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"I used to before I started the bar in earnest, now I just don't have time anymore," Finn told him, pointing to a top shelf and a few of his sparring and forms trophies. "Not many local competitions, unfortunately, and until I'm a little more settled and have a competent assistant manager, no way in hell I'm leaving the pub for a weekend to go kick someone's ass."

The loss wasn't a big thing for him, really. He helped out with some of the higher belts at the do jang and that was enough for him. The fact that he was starting to give real consideration to teaching classes was almost frightening in a way.

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Roosevelt could never understand how someone could just do something casually. It wasn't in his nature to do something like that, although he knew that he was probably unusual in that aspect. Still, he wouldn't harass anyone too much about what they chose to do with their hobbies.

"Were you good at it when you competed?" he asked, more casual now and curious about what Finn's life was like.

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"Hmm. This is where I have to decide on false modesty or being an insufferable braggart," Finn remarked, rubbing at the stubble on his cheek and chin. "I was considered for the Olympics right after I got my black belt, and I actually considered it for a while. Came down to a choice of what I wanted to do - compete or run my own place someday. I decided to go to college and scale back the competitions. I lost my ranking, but I got the chance to start this place. I wouldn't change it for anything."

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"Modesty, who needs modesty?" Roosevelt laughed. Still, it was impressive that Finn was so good at it. It must have taken a lot of drive and practice to become that talented at such a difficult discipline. "You didn't even think though that you could go to the Olympics and then open a bar? The bar dream was that big?"

Either way, he admired that sort of focus and just going out and getting what it was that you wanted.