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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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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."