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WHO: Euterpe & Padraig
WHEN: Monday night
WHERE: Padraig's house
WHAT: 'Friendly' visits
WARNINGS: Not sex, because saints are STUPID.

Galas were supposed to be a lot of fun and often they were, but tonight's one had been a snooze. So Euterpe had mingled with the music industry big wigs for an hour or so before finally making her exit.

Walking home she had to go past Padraig's house and so decided to stop her. The rap of her knuckles against the door were sharp and firm and in her thin coat she waited for him to answer.

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"Okay," Euterpe assured him, taking another step back. "I mean, I don't get it, but okay. But," she added, reaching for her coat. "I get the feeling I should probably go."

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Padraig felt terrible and he wished she wouldn't, though he had a feeling if she didn't it was going to be awkward. "Will you come back?" he asked, his vulnerability completely out of character.

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It wasn't really a side of Padraig she was used to a for a moment she just looked at him with a little bit of concerned confusion. Then she nodded and said, "of course I will," as though he shouldn't have even doubted that.

"And," she added with a smile, "I'll even let us both pretend I didn't try and jump your bones. How's that, Naomhan?"

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At that, he smiled again. "That sounds like a great idea," he said with a chuckle. "I'll see you soon then, Euterpe."

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With an amused shake of her head, Euterpe headed towards the door. "Later, saint."