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"Come on mate! We're going to be late. You can primp and preen your hair in the car, I'm sure your stunning wife has a compact mirror you can borrow." Quinn yelled up the stairs in Malfoy Manor. Narcissa had been a wonderful little hostess, getting the elf to fix him up a drink, a true beauty of a witch she was, but Lucius was being a fussy little sod who really needed to get his arse into gear if they were going to get to the hotel in a timely manner then they needed to leave. Now. "Come on, Luci!" He called again, really dragging it out and stamping his feet like a little toddler having a little tantrum. Eventually Lucius came down the stairs and Quinn could practically hear the eye roll. "Oh my goodness." He said on a breath, "Why Lucius," He paused, looking his mate over. "You look stunning." He mocked, laughing. "Let's go," He finished his drink, knocking it back and then placing it down. Narcissa came to farewell her husband and guest and Quinn gave her a little peck on the cheek, "You've been an absolute darlin' of a hostess, as always, Narcissa. I promise to keep 'im outta trouble for ya tonigh'." He gave a nod in Lucius' direction and Narcissa a cheeky little wink.

The journey took no time at all. They arrived at the hotel and made their way up to the room, Quinn in front. He reached for the door handle, letting them in to the room they'd be spending the night in, "To the groom!" Quinn chimed in, he had heard the voice as he'd opened the door, Rodolphus toasting to his younger brother, although it wasn't alcohol he was toasting with, "Aye, what's this then? Starting the party without us are ya lads?" His Irish brogue very apparent this evening. Quinn was very much looking forward to a night of fun and merriment, he was up for a good old time with his mates. This was a night they would certainly remember for a long, long time. Booze, gambling, women, cigars, more booze, and money, tonight was going to be well spent and kept just between the lads. They were all top notch blokes to be sure, and guys Quinn would trust with his life! Well maybe not his life, maybe just his wallet. Actually probably not with his wallet. Well okay, it seemed these guys weren't really blokes he could trust trust, but he could trust 'em enough and he was gonna have a blast tonight. He at least trusted them to not let him die, unless it was hilarious, then they'd probably humiliate him in the after life. Good mates, true friends really, ones that were as close as you could get. If he ended up killing a prostitute - of which he had no intentions of ever doing - then he was certain his mates would help him cover up the body. Sure they might say suspicious things around authorities and rag on him a lot, but they'd be true about it.

Tag: The lads!!
Words: 515
Notes: <3
Outfit: Bring it, Vegas!

Nights out were few and far between for Quinn. When he did go out it was usually because his mates wanted to go out and find some hot piece to hook up with for the night. Quinn admitted he needed his releases too but not nearly as often as his friends. Quinn preferred to pour himself into his art, to pour his time and energy into something he was proud of. If he didn't like it then he'd start all over again, paint over the piece with white paint and starting again, building on the foundations of failure rather than clearing the canvas magically or starting with a new piece. It was cathartic.

Having not slept for almost three day, Quinn crashed almost literally in his armchair, falling into it gently opposite his latest piece. It wasn't complete but he'd fallen to the sandman. There was still so much to do with it. Quinn wasn't sure what he was going for with the piece - he never did - but he knew there was still a lot more to do. Waking and knowing his mother would be disappointed with him if he didn't at least eat right, Quinn rubbed his eyes, looking around his studio. It was the spare room in his apartment but he never had people over to stay and he'd needed a place for his art. With a few swishes of his wand his art supplies could disappear and the spare room put back to its usual self to appease his mother when she came for visits, at least that wasn't too often.

Getting himself up off the chair was no easy task. His back was aching and he wasn't sure how long he'd been sleep. The last thing he remembered was that it was the early hours of Monday morning, now it seemed like evening but was it still Monday? Quinn would question the day and time later, for now he needed a bath. And a drink. And definitely food, he was starving and his stomach was growling at him.

The bath was good and the heat certainly helped his back. Once he was done he got himself dressed and took himself out for dinner, he didn't much fancy cooking. At dinner he asked for the date and time as his wine arrived and he was surprised to discover it was Tuesday. He'd slept well apparently.

Food and drink only put him in a better mood, he had energy to burn and his art could wait. It was only when he was away from it that he could see how much it was overtaking him. It wasn't unusual for Quinn but sometimes even he had to admit he took things a little too far. A break would be good for the muse. A night out would help inspire and nurture that creative streak of his, people and music were calling out to his soul and Quinn found himself in the heavy beat of music, dancing alone in the middle of a crowd, crushed up against various people while he enjoyed himself, letting loose. He felt so much better after resting, eating and getting a few drinks into him. He'd moved on to a few harder drinks now that he was at a club and with a scotch neat in hand as he moved about the dance floor, foll of energy, he stepped back, his foot falling on another. He turned about, still dancing and yelled out to the blonde before him, "SORRY!" He was still grinning, bouncing up and down, moving side to side, enjoying one hell of a night!

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke !
Words: 602
Notes: <3
Outfit: A little hyped up