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.
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Date: 2010-08-20 06:56 pm (UTC)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.