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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.

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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 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."

"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."

"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 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."

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."

"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 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'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 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 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."