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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 21, 2020 3:10:08 GMT
Reminiscing about Rab's bachelor party was a hoot. They'd all been completely fuck up that weekend. Lucius possibly more than anyone else. The guy needed to learn how to handle his drink, or blow, Quinn couldn't keep track of what everyone was on. He himself didn't really do many drugs. He'd tried in the past but it seemed to mess with him artistically. He could see all sorts of crazy, colourful things, but when he came to, it was all gone, a blurry memory that wiped him out for days. He just couldn't be out of action for that long, it felt unnatural, but booze was okay. At most he was out of commission for a day, maybe a day and a half, before he was back up and at his canvas. As soon as they were seated at their table he ordered a beer, whatever the hell went best with his porterhouse, veg and peppered gravy. He got to chatting with one of the waitresses while Rod was out of sight, no doubt having his fun with one of the girls, but that was his business, Quinn was happy having a chat with a lovely brunette that was dropping some major hints that she wouldn't mind if Quinn took her off some place quieter, but Quinn, for now, believed in one woman at a time for him, so he sent the waitress off, how looked a little put out, and made his way to the bar. His food would find its way to the table and he'd have his beer at the bar until Roddy got back. He didn't fancy looking like a total loser sat on his own with nothing to do, or worse, reading some newspaper. "One shot of whiskey." He said to the barmaid, pointing to one of the top brands he liked to enjoy.
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Post by Seraphina Alala Devereaux on Jan 21, 2020 3:30:46 GMT
The night had been pretty quiet for a Saturday. There'd been plenty of people coming and going on the restaurant side of things, but over at the bar where Sera was working, she had wondered if she was needed at all tonight. Hank could have managed the bar on his own. At least she'd get paid for doing practically nothing, although she did like it when it was busy. It kept her on her feet, moving about, talking with people she wouldn't usually have talked to. She'd made a couple of cocktails tonight and got a few tips so it wasn't all bad. A cute guy with an irresistible Irish brogue came up and requested a whiskey. She turned to the shelf and pulled the glass bottle down, that walnut coloured liquid swishing around. "Fun night?" She asked as she set the shot glass down and poured the whiskey. She could practically feel the love radiating off this bloke. He had a special someone in his life and he was smitten! It was adorable, really. Maybe he'd fancy a little palm reading.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 21, 2020 3:37:22 GMT
Ah, so she was a talker. Quinn took a deep breath and readied himself for a conversation. He didn't mind it, he just hadn't been expecting it. "Yeah, not bad. Just out with a mate. Think he's got a bum tum because he's spending an awful long time in the toilets." Quinn knew all too well what Rod was up to in there, but may as well let everyone at the bar, which wasn't too many people at all, know that Rodolphus Lestrange had a bout of diarrhoea. It'd be great if that made the Daily Prophet in the morning. Quinn would have a right chuckle. He wasn't sure how Rod would handle it, and the chances were slim that someone from the prophet was having a drink at the same bar as him, but he was a dreamer, he liked to let his imagination run a little wild.
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Post by Seraphina Alala Devereaux on Jan 21, 2020 3:56:39 GMT
Sera could have done without that information but the voice it was delivered in was the kind that could make a gal weak at the knees. Whoever he had in his heart was lucky to get to listen to that voice. "Poor guy. Well while you wait, how about I read your palm?" She offered, putting the lid back on the whiskey and putting it away on the shelf. This guy wasn't in need of one of her pick-me-up cocktails, but maybe she could give a little insight to his future, something she loved doing, and with this guys whole romantic aura, maybe there would be wedding bells in their future.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 21, 2020 4:06:48 GMT
Quinn grabbed the shot and knocked it back as the barmaid offered to read his palm. He supposed he had some time to kill so why not. He set the shot glass down on the bar as his beer was placed beside him by some bloke that nodded at him. "Cheers, mate." He said, pulling his beer closer. The burn of the whiskey was still in his throat so he took a gulp of the ale he'd been served. "Alright, show me what you've got." He said, wiping the damp from the beer glass from his hand on the side of his trousers before he offered his palm to the brunette.
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Post by Seraphina Alala Devereaux on Jan 21, 2020 4:36:07 GMT
Sera leant against the bar and took the guys hand. She flexed his hand a little to relax him a little, it wasn't a natural feeling to put your hand in the hands of a stranger, but she was good at this, it was her passion and she'd get a good read regardless. "Oh." She smiled, tracing a finger over his hand, "That's sweet." She said to herself. "You're really in love with your girlfriend," She started before moving back, "Oh, looks as though you've overcome a lot together. Someone tried coming between you, but it only brought you closer." She smiled. That was sweet, although whoever had come between them wasn't in the picture any more. "Looks like you're going to have some success in your work." She said, looking a little way into his future. "Something's been worrying you, but it's going to be okay." She said, "Hard work will pay off." There weren't any wedding bells to be seen right now, but that didn't mean it wasn't ever going to happen. Sera let go of his hand with a smile. "I'd wish you good luck but it looks like you're not going to need it." She chuckled lightly. "Looks like your meal is ready." She said, nodding her head over to his table.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 21, 2020 4:51:50 GMT
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“Fuck, that’s better.” He clapped Quinn on the back with a freshly washed hand as he appeared at the bar. All he needed was a little quickie and the hostess was more than happy to oblige him. Emerging from the restroom, Rod momentarily thought his friend had run out on him, their table across the room noticeably empty in the crowded restaurant despite the fresh plate that was just placed. He had to pass the bar to get back from the toilets and that’s when he saw his made chatting up a hot young bartender. Yeah, Quinn had definitely been right about the witches here. “Scotch neat,” he told her, not bothering to take notice if he was interrupting. “I think your steak's ready, mate.”
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 21, 2020 5:04:59 GMT
Quinn tried peering at his hand. He was no good at Divination. He just didn't have the sight, but he respected those that did and this chick certainly seemed as though she knew what she was talking about. Everything she spoke about fitted into his life well. There had been that incident back along when Lyra had been in trouble. It had brought them closer. He did love her, that was true. Quinn enjoyed his little palm reading session. He'd have loved to have known more about what was to come but he supposed he had enough to go on for now. When she pointed out that his meal was ready he looked over to his table and then back to the barmaid. He took a quick glance of her name tag and grabbed his beer. "Well thank you very much, Sera." He said reaching into his pocket. "Have a lovely night." He left a couple of galleons on the bar for her palm reading. When he was clapped on the back by Rod. He was back pretty soon, Quinn had thought he'd be gone for at least another ten minutes, "Late to the party as always, mate." He said, patting Rod on the back in return before he grabbed his beer and headed back to their table, sitting at his steak, letting his thoughts drift to Lyra and what she might be up to right now.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 21, 2020 5:28:55 GMT
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“What’d I miss?” he asked Quinn and looking between him and the bartender. “You shoot your shot with this one, already?” Roddy thumbed toward the dark haired witch who was pouring his scotch and suddenly silent. She was hot but a little on the frail side for his liking. She looked as though she might break in half if Roddy had too much fun with her, but he’d just finished on another witch and his friend was now tucking into a steak all by his lonesome, so Rodolphus simply took his drink and left. Perhaps he’d hit on her a little later in the evening. “Witch turn you down, mate?”
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 22, 2020 9:47:48 GMT
The steak was bloody perfect. He had it medium rare and it was cooked to perfection. The chef had done a wonderful job and Quinn would be sure to make a trip to the kitchen to congratulate the chef on a brilliant meal, until then he was going to savour every bite, or at least he had intended to right up until Rod joined him once more. "Nope. She totally wanted me. Couldn't keep her hands off me. Read my palm and everything." He said, wiggling his brow a couple of times. "You were quick," He said, cutting up a little more steak, "Did you try slipping it in the backdoor and she told you to fuck off?" He asked, popping the next delicious morsel of meat into his mouth.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 29, 2020 5:57:45 GMT
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Rodolphus thought that Quinn looked about to orgasm over his steak. The man had apparently not been lying when he professed his desire to fuck his dinner at the strip club earlier, but as of yet Quinn’s trousers were still on and there was no sign of jizz on the table, so Rod decided he was in the clear. He settled into his seat a little more, hand around his glass though he wasn’t drinking it just yet. “Palm reading? Did she do the bit about you owning a pool?” When they were younger and having to sit through Divination lessons together, Rodolphus had once claimed to see a swimming pool in Quinn’s future, then proceeded to spit on his mate’s hand. It was a childish prank that, frankly, Quinn should have been expecting, but he got Rod back by swiping his spit covered hand all over Rodolphus’ face. Naturally a tussle ensued and the boys wound up with detention later that night which Rod managed to talk his way out of, leaving Quinn to whatever chore he’d been assigned on his own.
Quinn queried whether Roddy had been rejected for his favorite past time activity and Rod chuckled. “Nah, she took it like a pro. She’d give Tiffany a run for her money, even in her prime.” He laughed again and then sipped his drink. “Stick your dick in the steak, yet?” he retorted.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Feb 3, 2020 2:44:50 GMT
Quinn chewed his steak as he looked at Rod who asked if she'd done the whole pool thing. "Nah," He said, still chewing. He chewed a little more and swallowed the steak, "Seems she has more class than you." he chuckled. Rod could be classy when he wanted to, but when it wasn't required of him he was an absolute dog. Quinn enjoyed it. Rod was a great mate and always good for a laugh. Quinn was really feeling the benefits of his lads night out with Rod. "Sure, sure." He said, not sounding convinced as he cut into his steak. "Surprisingly no." He said after Rod had asked about Quinn's dick becoming acquainted with the steak. "It's bloody delicious. Nowhere does a better steak." He said, shoving another piece into his mouth, letting Rod talk this and that until he'd finished his meal and drink and Rod was a little more drunk than he'd started. "Fuck, that was good." He said, leaning back in his seat and pushing his plate away from him, "What's next on the agenda?"
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Mar 14, 2020 19:39:14 GMT
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Rod had plenty of experience with classy ladies. His sister-in-law, Lilith, was perhaps one of the classiest and Rodolphus knew from experience, previous to her betrothal to his dear baby brother, that classy generally just meant prudish. Sure, he’d had Burke on her back and on her knees, and he always got off in some way or another, but it had always just been various types of foreplay. Frustrating foreplay that left him with a need to go find someone to really let loose on, someone he could hurt just enough to make them plea. Dorcas had been a consistent go-to for that particular brand of need, but she wasn’t the only one back then. She still wasn’t the only one, but she cried like a pro and fuck if that didn’t make Rodolphus love her just a little bit more. “You can keep the classy broads,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I like my birds dirty, not stuck up.” Although Bellatrix had been a bit of both, but Rodolphus tried not to speak of Bella too often these days, despite her being Aurora's mum. She was a loon and mentioning her seemed to rile Dorcas up in a way that typically didn’t end with him cuming on her back or her tits, which is just the worst fucking way to rile the little bombshell up.
Rodolphus tucked into one of the breadsticks the waitress had left on the table but it was mostly out of boredom. He’d gotten another drink and was feeling quite alright at this point, but his mate was slow as fuck when it came to savoring a damned steak and Quinn was taking his sweet time in doing so. Chatting up the waitress entertained him for a moment but she didn’t seem as open to a bathroom rendezvous as the hostess had been. Thankfully Quinn finished his meat, which Rodolphus had plenty of inappropriate things to say about, and they were ready for the next adventure of the evening. Thank fuck Quinn hadn’t lost himself in his relationship with that little starlet, there were certainly plenty of blokes who fell off the radar once they got a bird and their mates barely saw them until they were in the doghouse or separated completely, but not Quinn. He was always up for a laugh and thus far there’d been no hint of “just let me ask the missus”. Roddy might have decked Quinn if he even jokingly uttered the phrase. “What’d’ya wager a little pool at the Rellik? I could go for a bar fight to liven things up, since you and that bartender aren’t giving anyone a show here.”
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on May 1, 2020 17:02:44 GMT
"Always the perverted creep." Why would Rod give a shit about Quinn hooking up with the bar maid? It wasn't as if he'd be getting a view. Well it was because Rod was a total dick. Dick in the sense that all he thought about was his dick, and by extension, other people's dicks. Honestly, it was Rod's way of showing he cared. He couldn't have his mates not having their dicks properly sucked off or he'd act as though it were some great dishonour upon himself. The bloke was a little over the top when it came to the affairs of other people. Luckily he never had to worry about Quinn. When Quinn fancied a little hook-up, he was always able to find someone he could spend the night with and if he couldn't, well he knew Rod would be there with a bag full of gold for all the hookers and blow you could ever wish for. He was a stand up guy. Still a bloody pervert, though. "If that's where you wanna go, who am I to deny such an indulgence?" After all the bloke had just let Quinn enjoy the best steak in the world with barely any complaints. "Though I warn ya, I'm not messin' up this pretty mug for anything less than four broken chairs, two snapped pool cues and pool ball to some strange blokes nads." Because if the fight wasn't going to be a good one, then what would be the bloody point, he thought as she stood up and made his way to the exit, "My date's got the bill tonight," He said, winking to the hostess and then turning to Rod, blowing him a little kiss while another hostess helped Quinn to slide his cloak over his back.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on May 25, 2020 4:29:02 GMT
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Nights out with the lads were always eventful, whether they were planned out methodically as in the case of his brother’s stag night part two, or more by the seat of your broomstick as tonight’s affair. Rab’s second big send-off (the first being their lads trip to Las Vegas) had seen Rodolphus convincing Rabastan that if he really wanted to play the proper daddy once his son was born, that meant he needed an evening out wandering around Glasgow and getting pissed a few weeks before Nathaniel was born. Sure enough, as soon as Lilith pushed the little fucker out, Rab suddenly had very little time for pubs and friends anymore. Quinn had better not have any plans in the works to have a kid anytime soon, besides ruining his bird’s tight little figure, Rod needed his best mate around to blow off steam.
He knew Quinn would have no qualms with his plans for hopping over to the Rellik but Roddy appreciated his agreement regardless. Quinn prattled on his list of barfight requirements as Roddy shifted in his seat so that he could pull out a little silver case with the Lestrange family crest engraved on the front. This case with more round than the one he kept his cigarettes in, and the underside of the lid stored a tiny little spoon-like device. “Only four broken chairs?” he inquired skeptically, lifting the lid and exposing a supply of white powder. “You’re getting soft in your old age, Blackwood.” He turned his caramel colored eyes away from his friend as Quinn rose to leave the restaurant, his attention focused for a moment on his next bit of relief. Rod scooped a small heap of powder from the case and brought it to his nose, plugging one nostril and snorting the cocaine in the other.
As Quinn sauntered full bellied away from their table and toward the pretty hostess Rod had taken to the loo earlier, Rodolphus wiped his nose and snapped the case shut. He tucked it back into his pocket as he, too, stood from the table. By the time he reached his friend, Quinn’s cloak was secured, and the hostess was eyeing Rodolphus expectantly as if he would be asking for her name or contact details. She seemed all too eager to give them to him but instead he simply took his cloak from her and said “Put it on my tab.”
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