Disclaimer: I own neither Oz nor Seamus.
Notes: for a request meme at my journal, in which gala_apples requested: Seamus finnigan/Oz. because could-be-stoners-but-it's-never-explicit people are love.
Seamus Finnigan wondered, briefly, if he should have been looking for Dean. They had split up a few streets away, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of London’s best shopping district. Before Seamus could realize it, he was lost. Yet, instead of turning around and going back to where Dean was last located, Seamus was sitting on a park bench and watching some redhead stare at the engine of his van.
Of course, this was Seamus. He never exactly did what he was supposed to do.
There wasn't much else to do, though, so when he saw the short man slam his hood down and proceed to sit on said hood, Seamus felt like talking to him. Seamus often did things that made no sense and were built on pure instinct. It was an Irish thing, or so he claimed. Nonetheless, Seamus found himself walking across the street and standing next to the van. The redhead glanced at him and said nothing.
"Nice van." Seamus offered.
"Yeah." The man replied. And that was it, he said nothing more. Seamus was amazed and a little turned on. He loved quiet guys. It always seemed like they were thinking deep thoughts and trying to figure out the universe. That sort of thing turned Seamus on like flipping a light switch.
"So... Doesn't sound like you're from around here." Seamus commented.
"No." Was replied. "You neither."
"Nah, I'm Irish." Seamus grinned rather wickedly. A slight smile was sent his way in return. "What are you doing in London?"
"Taking a nice stop before moving on." It was poetic, almost, but Seamus could hear the distant hint of laziness behind the words. He knew what that meant.
"Care for a joint?" Seamus blurted out. The man's eyes blinked at him. Seamus grinned. Then, slowly, the man slid off of the hood. He was a few inches shorter than Seamus, but seemed sturdy enough.
"Oz." The man said, sticking out a hand with dark green nail polish.
"Seamus." Seamus shook Oz's hand, unable to hide his grin. He figured he'd let Dean worry after him for a few more hours. This Oz fellow was far too interesting, and much too cute, to not spend time with.