The Good, The Bad, The Wasted

Her tone gave very little away as she asked what he was doing here, turning to face him and giving him a whole other show from the front. By the gods, she was bloody hot. The backside looked phenomenal but all the lacing up the front reminded him of all the times he had tied her up in private – well, mostly in private – and now that magical tail was only a fraction of the naughty thoughts swimming around inside his head. He stared openly at her chest, marked with a pentagram, and smirked through the skeletal makeup he wore. “I know,” he replied casually as she mentioned her friends. “The sexy pussy cat invited me.” He had caught a glimpse of an alluring Tersha nearby wearing a costume that just invited the ogling eyes of men, and nodded his head in her direction, indicating to who had extended the invitation to the party. Rodolphus wasn’t sure who all was expected to attend, but given Dorcas’ social circle, he wasn’t likely to run into too many of his own mates tonight. At least, none that were here to celebrate the little blonde’s birthday, as he was. “I do believe I am your present,” he commented, an arrogant grin still visible under his face paint.

Oh she was witty, he did enjoy that about her. He smirked as she asked for an exchange but they both knew she wasn’t getting one. How many times had she tried to refuse him, but she always gave in. It was hardly even a challenge anymore. She practically rolled over for him whenever he appeared and while the chase had always been an exciting component to whatever this relationship was, it really was her willingness to let him be as depraved as he wanted that kept his interest. He could dangle a piece of cheese in front of his cock and she’d act like it was a sodding feast. Her desperate need for him had become so obvious that even her best friend was affixing labels to their relationship, and he was certain that bit of news would annoy Dorcas to no end. He would reserve it for later in the evening.

Rodolphus eyed the man who had brought Dorcas her drinks, noting the way Dorcas smiled and cooed when she spoke to him. The bartender didn’t linger but Dorcas’ expression changed as she looked from the man to Rod. Was she putting on a show for him? She walked away from him, telling him to go home as she carried a tray of drinks over to a little space with a ‘reserved’ sign on the table. How cute. It was almost as though she were someone special, even if it were just for one night. “VIP?” he said with a snobbish air as he flagged down the waitress he’d spoken to earlier. “Is this booth reserved for your Very Impressive Pu-” The waitress had approached and Rodolphus cut himself off so as to keep up appearances of a respectable wizard. “Scotch neat, and keep them coming,” he told Dora, glancing at her bum as she headed off to fetch his drink. He had plans to be here all night long, despite whatever Dorcas claimed to want.

Dorcas was sulking and Roddy was checking out other women’s arses. To look at them you’d never know that they had been shagging for twelve years. In fact, as the lovely Tersha Knight sauntered into view, Roddy gave her a flirty smile and cocked his eyebrow up at her, clearly enjoying the view she presented and thus adding to the idea – or fact, as it were – that he and Dorcas were not a couple. Their relationship was intimate but not romantic. Tersha’s assertion that he was Dorcas’ boyfriend was laughable, yet Dorcas didn’t seem in the mood for laughing. “Fuck me, Knight, you look fantastic.” He caressed the gentle curve of her hips as she gave him a friendly peck on the cheek. “I would have been joining you for Halloween previously had I known you dressed like this.” He was quite familiar with how Dorcas dressed for Halloween celebrations on her birthday, having spotted her on occasion several years prior while out with his wife, and last year when he showed up at her cottage in the middle of the night and stole her away to New Orleans for a concert and cocaine. Tersha, on the other hand, was a spectacular surprise that was completely expected.

The women taunted each other while Dorcas’ Auror friend introduced himself and quickly turned his attention to the beverages. “Rodolphus,” he replied. The man needed very little introduction, mostly because Rodolphus had spotted him with Dorcas at the Spring gala earlier in the year and pestered his brother for information on the man. One date on its own might have been nothing but he also recognized the wizard from when he strolled carefree into Dorcas’ cottage while Roddy was on full display, in flagrante delicto with a few “tools” he was planning to use on his mistress. This would be the third time Rod observed Dorian’s comfortability with Dorcas and he wasn’t too impressed. Certainly not jealous.

The waitress returned with Roddy's scotch and now they all had a drink with which to drown sour mood Dorcas was putting on her own party. "Thanks, love," he said as he took the glass and reminded the witch that he should never have an empty glass. "Are we a toasting lot or should we just get down to business?" he asked, ready to take Tersha up on her offer to save him a dance.

The evening was not what Dorian had envisioned, though there were moments that he could have predicted rather well. Dorcas throwing a toddler-sized tantrum over her boyfriend coming out for her birthday was unexpected, and the sour mood she was in so early into the evening was rather disappointing. He wanted her to have a good time. Even if she was the most annoying out of all his friends, and even though she purposely went out of her way to make him uncomfortable whenever she found an opening, it was her birthday and Dorian cared enough about her to want for her to have a good time. Which meant he was back out on the dancefloor not long after the rest of the group had trotted off. Several drinks later and Dorcas appeared to be having a good time once more, and Dorian felt he could take a little break from all the sweaty bodies and returned to VIP area, Dorcas’ shoes in hand. He set them on the floor near one of the chairs, having picked them up after she’d stumbled in them and decided she didn’t want to wear them any longer, leaving them in the middle of the crowded dancefloor as if it were her own living room. He found the waitress a good conversationalist in short doses and spoke with her whenever she came by to check on him and the others, and to refill everyone’s glasses. He was apparently the first person she'd known to have asked for a coffee since the place opened and she thought it was an amusing request for a nightclub but she fetched him a mug from the employee lounge and brought it to him with a laugh.