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[theo_nott]

Who: Theodore and Graham
What: GUY STUFF. Probably drinks.
Where: Notts, then possibly a bar or the flat for coffee or beer.
When: Closing time (great song), 19th
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Status: Complete

Theo gave a relieved sigh when he saw the last family leave his shop, and he turned to look at the shelves upon shelves of wands. It wasn't too messy tonight... and he was closing in ten minutes. Could he actually hope to close on time? Not if any snotty little children came in... but it seemed to be dying, even out in the Alley. He gingerly put boxes back, smiling softly at his own work. He had originally opened his wand shop to see if he could... and to get away from his disgusting excuse of a father. But he had found a passion in wand carving... it was therapeutic, and he decided, even after he had somehow killed his father, the way he took the life of Theo's mother, he would keep his little shop on Diagon Alley. The people were wretched, but the wands themselves... they made it worth it.

He started to close down his register, collecting the receipts and putting them in a folder under the counter, before he flicked his own wand, setting up the usual spells to make sure that no one but him would open it, or the money drawer hidden at his feet.

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[graham_montague]

The moist humidity was enough to make most evening shoppers to tuck in early, but not Graham Montague. He had business to attend to. His hands were deep in the pockets of his black trousers as he strode toward his destination. The fog was so thick he could barely see more than four meters in front of him, barely making out the shadowy figures of straggling customers across the cobblestone street.

He stopped in his tracks as he passed the front window of Quality Quidditch, admiring the latest and greatest model in the window. "The Swiftfoot Three-thousand," he murmured to himself, squinting as he moved closer to the glass, hardly able to make out the broom's detail through the foggy windowpane. Overrated he thought to himself as he continued along the sidewalk. As a professional Quidditch player, he was confident that his team's management would surely order the best brooms fit for each player, regardless of price.

Finally, toward the end of the Alley, he spotted Nott's. The wand shop must be visited at night for special orders, he knew, as by day it was flooded by children and clumsy wizards and witches who tripped and snapped their wands in half.

He checked behind his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed as he pushed open the door and entered, allowing the door to close behind him before he walked toward his old friend at the counter. "Business is booming, I hear." He rocked back on his heels and looked around the shop, at the hundreds or thousands of wand boxes piled as high as he could see. He hadn't been inside a wand shop since his first trip to Ollivander's when he was ten.

[theo_nott]

He was almost finished until he heard the small bell of the front door ring, and a heated annoyance immediately flashed through Theo's eyes.

Get the fuck out, can't you see that I'm closing? Bloody hell...

He was pushing a box back in place on a shelf before he paused, hearing the familiar voice fill his shop. The annoyed scowl almost immediately turned into a contented smile and Theo turned around, face to face with none other than Graham Montague.

"It is. You would be surprised at how many stupid children there are out there who think that wands can be used for... well. You can only imagine." He smirked a little before grabbing a damp rag, wiping off his hands; the dust in this place dried his skin to the point of cracking, and it wasn't rare for his fingers to bleed after a busy day. He eyed his friend, walking out on the floor and leaning against his counter, his head cocked to the side curiously before he spoke again.

"Good to see you, I thought you dropped off the face of the earth. This a pleasure visit? Or do we have business to attend to?"

[graham_montague]

Graham cracked a grin, brow raised. "Dropped off the face of the earth? Clearly you haven't picked up a Quidditch magazine over the past few years. I've got to lie low these days-- fans come at me like a stampede of Hippogriffs if I'm not incognito in daylight."

He walked toward Theo, still looking around, admiring. "Good to see you as well. You don't have any... assistants or anyone of that sort lurking around do you?" He wanted to make absolutely sure they were alone.

[theo_nott]

"Obviously you took a few too many quaffles to the head, mate. When have you known me to pick up a Quidditch magazine?" He cracked a smile. It was true though... back in school, Graham was the popular one on the quidditch field. Theo was the one who sat in the corner and read... but that as how he liked it. Graham took the pressure off; if Theo got unwanted attention, he sent it Grahams way. And his friend seemed to understand.

At his question Theo raised an eyebrow and crossed his broad arms over his chest, his smile turning into a crooked smirk. "Do I ever?" An assistant would be fantastic, but there were two problems with that. One, was that, an assistant would get in the way of Theo's more... interesting products. The second was that... well. Spending the whole day with one person? Theo just couldn't do it. He hated people.

"Come on." Theo went around Graham and locked the front door, before closing the curtains around the windows. When he was satisfied that no one could see in, he turned, and started to make strides to the back room. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that his friend was close, leading him through the labyrinth of shelves... before he pushed one in the back aside, revealing a familiar door.

"Would have been nice if you visited before so I could make sure that I have what you're looking for." He said it under his breath, his voice a decently low volume before he led his friend into the back room. The shelves were lined with unmarked boxes, but there was no doubt that Theo knew what and where everything was. He finally closed and locked the door behind them. "Well? What are we trying to find here?"

[graham_montague]

Graham followed Theo's lead. "I've heard you were importing specialized goods, but I had no idea your storage room was so intricate. I'm impressed."

He slowly moved about the area, admiring the shelves of illegal products, dark items that even Borgin and Burke wouldn't have in their deepest dungeons. Still though, his collection was impressive. He replied to Theo as he lifted a vial of vampire blood, waving it around slowly, checking its consistency. "You won't have what I'm looking for. Not yet, at least. That's why I've come."

Placing the vial back on the shelf, he folded his arms over his chest and looked over at Theo. "I'm on the verge of... shall we say... a purification breakthrough. Completely classified; that's all I'll say for now. But I need an ingredient-- it may be impossible to locate, let alone obtain, but I'm willing to pay." He hesitated.

"Thestral saliva. Six vials' worth, at the very least."

[theo_nott]

Theo had learned a long time ago not to question his customers, friend or not. There were things that people needed, and it was none of his business. He only sold them. He listened intently as he allowed his friend to look around the room, and he paused when he finally admitted what he had come for.

"Threstral Saliva."

It was almost perfect. Not only did he know exactly where to get it, but he knew how to collect it himself. If his source failed him, he would be able to complete the order in person... although that would raise the price significantly. Though, he was sure, with Graham, price was not a factor. Theo saw Threstrals himself... after watching his mother's murder, he had watched them fly above the trees at Hogwarts and pull the carts each year. He loved it when he knew he could GUARANTEE an order.

"You'll have it by next week." He said coolly, nodding to his friend before he continued, "Are you sure that you only need six? And I'm sure you know I'm going to need half of the money up front." Friendship or not, business was business. "But I suppose I can give you a little discount. As a friend. ...And you know that I always support purification. That's all I need to know."

[graham_montague]

Graham broke out into a rare, full smile then, exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding. The promise of thestrals' saliva filled him with an overwhelming feeling of invincibility. He'd soon be playing Creator, righting the world to its original, pure state.

"You are good, Nott. Make it a dozen vials then." He pulled a small black pouch tied with a silver thin rope from his pocket and tossed it over to Theo; it was packed with gold galleons. "That should cover it. It should also cover drinks. We're long overdue."

[theo_nott]

Theo's own grin spread across his face in reply, and he flashed Graham a playful wink when he changed his order to a dozen. "There we are. Was that so bad?" He easily caught the bag that was tossed to him and he knew he didn't have to bother counting it. Graham was a man of his word. Besides, the bag was pleasingly heavy.

"Drinks, now? Merlin, you're a demanding one, aren't you?" Theo cracked a smile... before slipping the pouch into his robes. He seemed pleased with the idea of getting drinks with Graham... he was right. They we're long overdue.

"If we're going to get drinks, we'll do it right. I know of a place, good drinks, nice view. If you understand." He smirked. He wasn't sure about Graham's sexuality, but he knew the man at least liked women. And Theo liked women. What more was there to consider?

[graham_montague]

Still reeling from the ingredient that he'd have in a week's time, it took him a moment to process what Theo had said. Nice view? Was he suggesting a rooftop pub farther downtown?

A bit puzzled, Graham cocked his head a bit but shrugged. "As long as there's liquor and plenty of it, and one or two leggy blondes, I don't give a mudblood's arse where we go. Lead the way."

[theo_nott]

Theo gave an evil smile. Leggy blondes? Well. If he INSISTED. He easily grabbed Graham's shoulder, giving a crooked smile before he apparated the both of them from the shop.

It was a small alley, the same one that Theo was in a few nights ago, and he let go of his friends shoulder before he started to walk and lead the man down to a battered door on the side of a building. "Mostly pureblood bar." He began to explain, glancing at Graham over his shoulder. "You know I wouldn't have it any other way."

He pushed the large door open and led Graham in, music immediately hitting their ears and he smirked, already looking over at the stage. There they were... the women, some moving smoothly around poles, others walking around to serve drinks... So Theo had a weak spot for strip clubs. He glanced over at Graham, giving a look of innocence. "Enough blondes for you, mate?"

[graham_montague]

When his new leather boots hit cobblestone once more, he looked around the seemingly abandoned alley to try to figure out their location. Graham was only used to frequenting Falmouth pubs.

It was dark, but Graham could still tell it was dingy. "Mostly pureblood? Are you sure?" he asked skeptically, noting the chipped paint on the door. Back alley pubs weren't typically his style, but he supposed things changed a bit once Lord Voldemort was defeated and the purebloods went under the radar once more.

He followed Theo into the establishment, and then his blue eyes went wide as he realized why, exactly, this place was so well-hidden. He couldn't help but grin as he watched one of the dancers spread eagle on her pole. "You're a smarmy fucker, Nott. Get us a table. Preferably one with a smashing view."

He then noticed dozens of heads had turned-- not only the dancers, but the female bartenders, the cocktail waitresses as they spotted two strapping young wizards in obviously expensive clothing. As a cocktail waitress approached them to seat them, he saw in her eyes a combination of seduction and galleon signs. It was already shaping up to be a top notch night, and he had much to celebrate.

[theo_nott]

The wicked grin that stretched across Theodore's face couldn't be stopped when Graham finally caught on, and he nodded at the order of getting a table with a smashing view. "Naturally." He drawled the word in an almost playful manner before he saw Jeanette move her way over to both of them, ready to seat them wherever they wished.

It was a bit obvious that this wasn't Theo's first time here; He wrapped an arm easily around the cocktail waitress's small waist and muttered something in her ear, causing her to blush and giggle when he pressed a golden coin into her palm. She smiled at him fondly before looking back at Graham with the same grin, saying politely,

"This way gentlemen."

He wasn't ashamed, really. A single, twenty one year old bachelor with a lot of money and no one to spend it on? He thought that his presence here was a given; It gave him a good time and that was all he needed these days.

He followed Jeanette to a table at the front of the stage, with a wonderful view, in Theodore's opinion. He sat, and gave the waitress an affectionate little pat on the backside before he leaned back in his chair, waiting for Graham to join him.

"Bring us a bottle of firewhiskey, love, would you?" His eyes moved up to Jeanette as he spoke and he was holding her hand, slipping a second gold coin into her palm before she smiled and nodded, hurrying off to fill his order. Money spoke in places like these, and service wasn't an option if you didn't have any. Needless to say, Theo never had that problem.

"This view good enough for a high class quidditch player such as yourself, Montague?" He flashed his friend a playful grin, before resting back against the comfortable seating. It really had been too long. "So what have you been up to?" His eyes occasionally moved to the stage, but he didn't seem too intent on watching. He had seen more of half these girls than what they flaunting in their tiny outfits, but he couldn't deny that he loved the way it looked when clothing was removed.

"Places like this have been opening up all over the place after what happened. Thank god." He idly lifted the poured glass that Jeanette had just set down, the rest of the bottle sitting in the middle of the table for them. "I think I would kill myself if I had to go to one of those places in London. Or anywhere else for that matter." What he meant, of course, was a place where he could be forced to watch a mudblood undress for him; the idea of it made his stomach squirm, and he quickly washed it away with a mouthful of whiskey.

[graham_montague]

Fuck, I really AM developing a God complex, he thought to himself as he followed Theo to their table, keeping his eyes locked with one of the less-made-up looking blondes. A waitress, who stopped dead in her tracks while balancing a tray full of drinks as she eyed up Graham. She was a girl-next-door type-- a simple, natural beauty-- which, very recently, has become his dish of choice. He'd pursue her later, he decided, and his attention turned to the more made-up (yet still incredibly arousing) witches on stage as he took his seat.

Why wouldn't he develop a God complex? In a few weeks' time, he'd be able to eradicate mudbloods, half-bloods, whomever the fuck he wanted from the planet. It was an added bonus that he barely had to look at a witch to know that she'd be his for the taking.

Theo's question knocked him out of his musings, and he kept his eyes on a topless brunette dancing a broom's length away from him. "Well done, Nott. Well done." Leaning forward, he reached for his firewhisky and took a shot, before lowering the glass once more to pour himself another.

"Just living the life of a professional athlete. I've got a top-notch flat in Falmouth. Quidditch practises thrice a week, matches usually once, maybe twice a week. Off the clock I'm usually going for a run during the day, pub-hopping by night. Usually alone, though sometimes a teammate or two will join."

He nodded in agreement. "That's why I'm hardly in London. Pubs just crawling with filth. Where are we, anyway? Does this... venue have a name?" For if he ever decides to visit again, of course, it would be far easier to apparate here if he knew what it was called.

[theo_nott]

Theo caught Graham eying Katrina from across the room and he smirked a bit but said nothing... that's what they were here for, right?

He watched his friend drink the firewhiskey and he kept a close eye on his reaction, before saying, "Good enough? They usually bring the best that they have here, but if you want something different I could easily get someone to run out and get us something." His eyes moved back on the stage and he smiled softly as one of the women slowly danced her way out of the little skirt she was wearing... Theo liked to think of himself as an artist. He appreciated the beauty of the (pure) human body. He appreciated it much more if it was between his sheets, but watching was good enough. For now.

He slowly started to look around the place, and his eyes flashed wickedly when he saw a nice, full brunette dancing slowly on another mans lap. He gave a slow, evil grin, before he muttered to Montague, "What say you to making this a bit more interesting?"

Nott took another hit of whiskey before he lifted a hand, summoning Jeanette over to them quickly before muttering in her ear. He would have fetched the woman himself but, hell, why do that when he could make other people do things for him? He watched the waitress move over to the woman and mutter something in her ear... and the brunette promptly looked over, at Theo, and then directly at Montague... and she gave a pretty smile before she started to walk her way over to their table.

Theo leaned over and said, in an innocent tone, "I'm sure you know that there's one rule, and that's not to touch." He smirked evilly when the woman suddenly pushed Grahams chair out so that she would have room to move on him. He then leaned back, obviously amused, and sipped his whiskey, watching everything unfold.

[graham_montague]

Just when Graham thought things couldn't get any more interesting, he caught Theo with that knowing look on his face and suddenly, one of the dark-haired dancers was standing over him.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you, Mr. Nott?" He mused aloud, taking his fourth shot of whisky as the woman danced above him.

"And what's your name, darling?" He asked airily, clearly not really caring what her name is. Her sparkly black garter belt/thong combination was incredibly flattering on her well-sculpted arse. Graham appreciated the female form in full, of course, but he was most certainly an arse man. He grinned at her name. "Ah, Raven..." Much like her hair color. How typical of a dancer.

She started slowly at first, teasing, but after a few minutes she was touching his chest, straddling him on his chair, pushing her tits in his face. She certainly wasn't shy; her hips were grinding quite purposefully against him, and he felt himself stirring with arousal.

"No touching," he repeated, a hint of bitterness in his tone. He'd never had a lapdance in public, one he couldn't turn the tables on and shag the daylights out of moments after.

His situation in his trousers grew worse as he spotted the plain-looking blonde waitress across the bar, images of last night's romp with Katie Bell fresh in his mind.

[theo_nott]

Theo couldn't help but smirk when he heard his friend muttering bitterly under his breath. He watched, in interest, as Raven slowly rubbed herself purposefully against Graham's lap, and his eyes slowly moved from his friends body to his face. He was obviously getting frustrated and the little sadistic voice in Theo's head started to laugh as he grinned. It was amusing... perhaps not for Graham, but certainly for Theo.

Finally, after it looked as if Graham couldn't handle anymore, Theo waved his hand and he said smoothly, "Alright, Raven, that's enough, don't make the boy's head explode." He paid her promptly and the woman bent down to kiss Graham on the cheek, before she walked off to another table.

Theo glanced over at Graham, trying to hide his smile behind his glass as he sipped before he muttered in a surprisingly smooth voice, "You keep looking at that blonde over there, I didn't know that was your taste." In Theo's eyes, the girl was surprisingly plain... but to each his own, he supposed. "You alright, mate? You look like you just got kicked in the stomach. ...Or the bullocks. whichever you prefer."

[graham_montague]

Head explode... Clever, Nott. Kicking his right heel on top of his left knee and relaxing back into his chair once more, Graham sipped at his drink more slowly now, shifting a bit. "Didn't know you were so voyeuristic," he replied, looking over at Theo with curious expression. "Get off on watching others? You never struck me as the type. Though you do seem to be quite the V.I.P. here."

At Theo's mention of the blonde, Graham looked over at her once more and shrugged. "Wasn't really my taste, not until very recently. Had quite an evening with a girl like that last night and I'm working out how to entice a part deux, if you know what I mean."

[theo_nott]

Theo cocked an eyebrow when Graham asked him if he got off on watching, and he said, very simply, "Yes. Why do you think I did it?" His smile was a very amused one and he shrugged, saying simply, "Besides, between you and her, it was certainly easy to watch what unfolded." He gave an evil smile. "Or what popped up. Easy on the eyes and all that." He smirked and sipped his drink, before glancing at the blonde again.

"Eh. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose." He glanced over at the stage again, then back at Graham and he smirked, glancing at the girl across the room. "You're easy to please, apparently."

[graham_montague]

"I suppose I should never make any assumptions about you, Nott. You're a right tricky fuck at times. No judgment, of course; it's not as if you're shagging a muggle." He cringed at the thought, still shifting and trying to ease the ache in his cock. Fucking hell, one morning without a wank and I'm a quick trigger. I shouldn't have worn these blasted fitted trousers.

"Mm.. well, I'm a fit young wizard. It's only natural." Graham nodded, finishing off the bottle of firewhisky. Not five seconds after he poured the remainder of the alcohol into his glass, the waitress was at his side with a new one. "Ah, excellent service."

[theo_nott]

"Actually, I'm quite the easy fuck, if you really must know. As long as you're a pureblood I'm not picky. ...And attractive. Of course." He smirked before leaning back, and he suddenly winces at the mention of sleeping with a muggle and he gave Montague a look. "Really? I bring you to a strip club and you have to go about talking about something like THAT? And yes, you're fit, but that doesn't mean you have to SETTLE." He glanced back at the blonde before shrugging, and looking back up at the stage.

After a moment he looked back when he saw another bottle of whiskey, and he grinned before he muttered, "Of course, why do you think I come here?" It was then, when he looked at Graham pouring another drink, did he realize that the man was still erect under the tight pants that he was wearing. Theo didn't hide how amused he was... and he finally asked, with a grin, "Are you even getting any blood flow down there? Looks bloody painful, it does. I feel like I should apologize... I didn't know you couldn't handle a nice little lap rub."

[graham_montague]

Graham laughed aloud at that, tearing his eyes away from the nearly nude women for a moment to look over at Theo. "I'd certainly never settle. Nor will I settle down. Mark my words. I'll be an eternal bachelor, sucking the marrow out of life until my dying day."

When Theo redirected Graham's attention back to his trousers, he shook his head and downed another shot before replying. "Perhaps you ought to pay more attention to the dancers you're spending half this week's pay on rather than staring at my cock, yeah? Are you going to take me to one of those all-male stripping venues next time?" He teased, tossing him a wink before gazing back up at the dancing witches.

"And it's not that I can't handle it," he continued through gritted teeth. "My body's just used to fucking directly after something like that happens. It's a conditioned response."

[theo_nott]

Theodore couldn't help but laugh at that. "Actually, the all male ones aren't that bad at all. You just don't dress right for it." He smirked playfully before sipping his drink and staring up at the stage, trying to stop himself from grinning when Montague excused his... situation.

"A conditioned response? If you're getting shagged enough to CONDITION your cock, then I must be doing something wrong. It's the broom flying, isn't it? Women probably throw themselves at you before you know how to ride a stick. Ironic, really." He gave an amused grin.

"As for my paycheck, don't you worry. If you think that this is half of it, then you obviously don't know how much business I get in the first place. ...ALL of my business, I mean."

[graham_montague]

"Oh go on and fuck off," he said half-heartedly, still grinning. "All this taunting, you must be envious as I'm always ready to go when the situation calls for it. It's a gift, a talent-- I'm blessed."

He poured himself another drink and continued their conversation while keeping his eyes on the show. "So that blonde over there-- you know her?" Theo must, as he is clearly a regular here. He took another drink. "What's her story? Is she single?" Another sip as his eyes lingered back over to the Katie Bell lookalike. "Not that it matters much, of course..."

[theo_nott]

Theo smirked. "You know what thats a sign of, don't you? You're going to end up making a mess of your pants if anyone brushes against you. Sit on the other side of the table, will you?" He grinned before pausing, and looking over at the blonde girl. He shrugged.

"Her name is Kathy, she's a pureblood, single... and she likes being shagged by behind. She's also into bondage." He shrugged. "That's all I know."

[graham_montague]

Graham's brow raised, and he grinned over at Kathy, now amused. "Bondage? Her? It's always the ones you least expect..." he murmured, suddenly wondering if Katie Bell would've preferred shagging with her wrists magically bound to his bedposts.

And then, his head very slowly turned toward Theo, eyes squinting as if he was trying to see through him. "Don't tell me you know from experience."

[theo_nott]

Theo glanced over at Graham and he cocked an eyebrow before he said simply, "No, she just walks around and shares the information. Of course I know from experience. I'll admit, I was... a little more than buzzed, but it happened." He gave a shrug, glancing back at the stage.

He had slept with a lot of women in here, it was common knowledge really. The reason that they kept coming BACK was because he was good. THAT was common knowledge as well. "You're not going to get emotional on me now, are you? She was the most attractive one here that night. ...Apparently the rest of the girls had the day off."

[graham_montague]

Graham laughed then, rolling his eyes. "Such a charitable bastard you are, Nott. Dishing out pity-lays to the unfortunate, or in this case, misfortunate." It didn't matter much to him that Theo had slept with her; it certainly wouldn't deter him from pursuing her. Especially since she likes being shagged from behind.

And then he noticed that they'd run out of whisky. Again. He relaxed in his chair as he waved his hand, signaling for another bottle. "Nothing like getting completely pissed amidst half-naked, dancing wenches to put an old friendship back on track."