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Seamus Finnigan had a whole bunch of stress on his mind. His wife left him a year ago and he still hasn't gotten over her yet. He thought that love went both ways, but apparently not. Seamus needed some time out of the house and at a pub where maybe he could meet a few of his friends or something like that. Seamus opened the door to the pub and carefully walked inside.

The forty year old man sat down at the bar and ordered himself a fire whiskey. His eyes looked all around the bar but he couldn't find any of his friends. Hopefully someone interesting would come by and talk to him.
 
It had taken a while but Sam had finally managed to persuade Dervish to look after the kids for a while so she could have a break. Sam had been working non stop for the past few months now and her sleep was suffering because of it. She'd thought that, for once, that was her only stress until she started getting upset letters from Lily. Now she had stress back on her plate and she needed a break from looking after toddlers all the time.

Sam didn't usually go to pubs but she figured a drink or two would help calm her tension. She sat at the bar and ordered a butterbeer before handing the money over and starting on the drink. She hadn't had a butterbeer in ages and it tasted great.
 
Seamus sighed and rubbed his forehead, even having a older child that was responsible enough to handle things still acted like he was two years old when it came to facing the adult world. Seamus turned his attention to the woman who just walked in, she looked a bit familiar, although he couldn't put his finger on it. " Butter beer is always a good option." He smiled at her.
 
Sam turned her head to the man who just spoke. He looked like someone she knew but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Yeah, it's one of my favourites." Sam nodded in agreement as she studied the man's face. She was sure she'd seen him before. "Sorry, do I know you?? I'm just sure that I've seen you somewhere before. I don't know where from though." She shrugged slightly. "It might just be that you have one of those faces."
 
Seamus nodded, butterbeer was his favourite too. " I could say the same for you, I'm Seamus Finnigan.. you look so familiar.. I just don't know where I've seen you before." He rested his head on his hand. " I just can't put my finger on it, it's really bothering me." He sighed, taking a drink of his firewhiskey.
 
Sam nodded when she heard his name. "Finnigan. That's it. You're related to Sandra." Sam realised this would sound a bit weird so she added "My name's Sam Green. I'm David Green's mother." Seamus must have been at the wedding. No wonder she recognised him. Sam had always been good at remembering faces she'd seen around. It was putting a name and location to that face which was the difficulty.
 
It clicked into Seamus' head when he heard the name Sandra. " Of course, how could I forget you, terribly sorry about that." He shook his head. " The mind isn't working to well nowadays." He took a sip of his firewhiskey. " How are you, and David?" He asked curiously. He hadn't heard from David ever since Sandra was buried.
 
Sam laughed slightly. "I know exactly what you mean. Get to this age and the mind seems to grow legs and run away for most of the day." Sam found it great having someone her own age to talk to. She usually only had her kids and grandkids and the occasional friend of their's. "I'm good. Stressed but good. Dave's not too bad. He took Sandra's death hard but he has a shop now and it's going great." Sam had been to the shop a few times and thought it looked great. "What about you??"
 
Seamus understood, it's like his mind was going batty. " I can only imagine, but I'm happy to here he's moving on and making good things of himself." Seamus said honestly. " Stress is my middle name for these past few years." He shook his head. " Don't you feel like all of you children... still act like babies?" He looked at her, all of his still acted like they needed a pacifier and milk.
 
"I agree. When he first told me, I was worried that he was going to keep a hold for ages but he'd managed to turn things around quite well. He refuses to look at girls though." Sam had been worried that he'd never be properly happy until he got a girl in his life. Dave was a happy guy with a good job and a beautiful daughter but he always seemed to have a glow missing from his eyes. "Everyday. Not all of them, thank Merlin. Dave and Steve seem to be grown up but the rest still act like they need to bottle feed them for everything. It just helps to increase the stress."
 
Seamus was happy, some people could get over death quickly or it could be a whole long process. " I'm bombarded with calls everyday, asking if I can do this, do that, help with this, make this better.. there has to be a point where everyone grows up." He shook his head. " I just want a peaceful life, but I can never get that with my kids, but I'd never want them to go away either." Seamus gulped down the rest of his firewhiskey.
 
Sam nodded. "I pay for the houses of three of my sons and I babysit for two as well as having to look after my own toddlers and send allowances to my kids still in school and rent for my son in England. Plus, I have to keep up my own job." Sam sighed. "I still have them coming to me with their hands out asking for more. It seems no matter how much I look after them and care for them they just take it for advantage and want more."
 
Seamus was surprised, " You pay for expenses too? I pay for my house in Ireland, I pay for a flat in New York, I pay for cars, insurance and everything that comes with it. I think that we need a vacation away from our kids for a while." He shook his head before ordering another drink.
 
Sam laughed at Seamus then finished her drink. "I'll drink to that one." She didn't understand what insurance was but she guessed it was some sort of muggle thing so she wasn't going to ask. She ordered another drink then turned back to him as she suddenly had a thought. "Have you seen your granddaughter since Sandra died??" She suddenly realised how Dave probably hadn't taken Sadie to see Seamus.
 
Seamus sighed, looking around the night had fallen so he'd been here a while. Not that it mattered, no one was waiting at home for him. " No, actually I haven't, the last day I saw her was at the funeral." He shook his head. " It's alright though, I know that David is looking after her, and she's in your good hands." He smiled, holding his new drink. " Would you like another drink?" Seamus asked Sam.
 
Sam nodded. "Yeah, sure. Thanks." She shrugged and smiled at him. "Sadie's at my house at the moment. Steve's looking after the four of them while I'm here. How about after this drink we go back to mine and see them??" Sam didn't mind Seamus being in her home. She trusted him and didn't think he'd go blabbing if Dervish arrived and mentioned something about death eaters. She didn't know how he would react but she didn't think he'd go to the aurors.
 
Seamus asked the bartender for another round of drinks. " Oh, perfect, I'd love too." He deeply smiled. " She's getting big isn't she?" Seamus shook his head, time really did pass by. He looked down at his drink, was this a double shot or something because he was feeling a bit hot. He looked over at Sam, was she really that wooshy?
 
Sam agreed. "She certainly is. She's three now. A very beautiful little girl." Sam was proud to be the grandmother of such a beautiful baby. That may have just been grandmother biased but she loved the toddler all the same. Sam had to put an arm on the bar as she started to feel slightly dizzy. It had been a while since she had been drunk.
 
Seamus sighed and looked around, why was everything going around and around. " I'm sorry but do you see the room turning around, or is it just me?" He looked around.
 
Sam laughed at Seamus's comment. She wasn't that drunk so the question made her all giggly. "No, I don't. I think you've had quite enough to drink. Otherwise I'll be carrying you home the same way I do my eldest son; by your hair." Sam had never actually dragged her son home by his hair but she had threatened it a few times.
 
Seamus laughed, " I don't think that'd be good, I'm loosing hair as it is." He shook his head. " I think we've both had enough to drink here, I might have to support you to support me." He chuckled as she took another gulp of his drink.
 
Sam rolled her eyes jokingly then finished her drink and stood up. She was feeling very unstable in her high heels so she slid them off and hooked them on her fingers. "Come on gramps, get up." Sam hadn't acted this childish in ages. She was starting to remember why she had been a drunk teen and why her sons were.
 
" Right after you grandma." He stood up and took off his jacket, it was super hot, and he was literally dying of heat. " Right.. so where are we and how do I get home?" He laughed before stepping outside of the bar.
 
Sam looked up the street. "We go this way and then we turn left and go round the corner and we're at my house." Sam was like a homing pigeon. No matter how far away she was or even how drunk she was she could always find her way to one place; home.
 
Seamus nodded his head, that sounded like a wonderful idea. " Do you think it's ok if I stay at your place tonight? Gramps here might fall down and break his hip on the way home." The brown haired man laughed.
 
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