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"the pick of all the earth and Ireland"
one drink is enough, two is too many
and three's not nearly enough
/Dave Allen, comedian/
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"You had the pick of all the earth and Ireland, Daphne," Tracey said dryly as Seamus placed another empty glass on his head, laughing uproariously beside his best mate, Dean Thomas. "The complete pick; and you chose him?" She looked at her best friend and raised a questioning eyebrow. "I can't help but feel you've lowered your standards since Hogwarts, Greengrass."
"Let it alone, Tracey," the blonde admonished. "If anyone's lowering standards, it's Seamus. He put his faith in a Slytherin fence-sitter, after all."
Astoria gently swilled her drink, smiling benignly. "To be honest, I don't really care who's lowering their standards," she said, "but you might want to intervene, Daph, before your fiancé goes any further." She directed an aristocratically tapered finger to the man in question.
Seamus had climbed onto the bar and was engaging in a strip tease, egged on by Dean and the entire female population of the rowdy pub.
"Oh, lord," Daphne exclaimed, half mortified and half laughing, before rushing over to prevent a spectacle. Any more of a spectacle, she amended as Seamus slid his belt out of the loops, his shirt having been tossed already into the waiting arms of his audience.
"Well now," Seamus cried boisterously, beaming at her from his high perch. "There's ma lovely lady!"
Daphne heard several disappointed reactions, but ignored them in the face of more pressing matters – like getting her Seamus down safely. "Lovely, definitely; here, sure," she agreed, cocking a delicately shaped brow, "yours, debatable." He smiled wryly at her, tilting his head and spreading his arms, and Daphne laughed. "Get down here."
He scrambled to obey and, as soon as he found himself in front of her, said, "Maybe y'aren't mine, lord knows nobody owns ye, but I'm yours. Forever and a day, I'm yours."
The collective 'ooh' from their audience caused Daphne to colour lightly, and she tried to waylay the grin spreading across her cheeks but failed miserably, instead delivering her beau a glowing smile, her eyes alight.
"You're sickening, the both of you," Astoria called out jokingly from the booth. The lovebirds merely grinned and, with a kiss blown from Daphne to her sister, disappeared amongst the grinding bodies on the pulsating dance floor, making their way for the exit. Turning to Tracey, Astoria commented idly, "And you might want to avoid the flat for a while, give them time to settle. Otherwise you'll be scarred for life by more than just a strip-tease. Finnegan's shameless when it comes to nudity."
End.
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Well, this just sort of happened – a drunken Seamus celebrating his impending nuptials with Dean; Tracey, Astoria and Daphne watching with amusement, embarrassment and disbelief?
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