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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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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."