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"Welcome to the Pub," Finn called out to the newcomers and indicated the different TV screens around the pub itself. "It's playoff night here so you can find someone of a like mind team-wise or head to the pool table area which is a dedicated neutral zone."

He grinned when a shout went up over a missed call and joined the ranks of those screaming over the ref needing to go back to the high school leagues to learn the rules. It was one of the biggest heartbreaks of his version of the Finnegan gift - he'd been unable to attend any live sporting event since his power had manifested. As much as he wanted to cheer on the home team, his enthusiasm for the wind would occasionally get the better of him and he'd forget. After two goals that not one commentator had been able to explain, he'd stuck to watching everything on the tube instead.

Now, surrounded by several dozen screaming fans, it was, to his mind, just as good as seeing it live and in stadium. Maybe better given the lack of traffic going home.

[Decisions, Decisions - Closed to Genevieve]

Finn finished wiping down the empty bar for the fifth time and sighed. He'd heard about the big costume party, of course. You couldn't walk into a store without hearing someone talking about it. With a lifetime spent in Boston, he didn't really think about it affecting business. After all, in the city, one event didn't shut down every other social venue in town.

This was, he was now realizing, not Boston. And if half the town was out at a party, the chances were likely that half contained the people likely to patronize a bar on a Friday night. Namely his bar. Which was, he assumed, why the place had been nearly dead-empty for the past hour for the first time since he'd opened.

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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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Ciaran "Finn" Finnegan

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Finn has been in Siren Cove around a year, the first 6 months setting up The Pub (building renovation, as well as reno of the apartment above the place.)

You might know Finn if:

* You enjoy a friendly, local bar sort of atmosphere

* You've always wanted a place to watch football or rugby in a social setting and hang out there to do so

* You take Tae Kwon Do (I'm handwaving that there's a studio in or near the town - Mods, let me know if this is okay.)

* You frequent the beach and have seen him practicing Tai Chi when the weather is nice

* You work at The Pub