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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.
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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"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.
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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."