King of Cups - chapter 3
Title: King of Cups - ch.3
Author: Munanna
Beta: None. I'm sorry! >_>
Summary: Uncle George ditches Albus at the casino... lucky for him, Scorpius shows up. Would you bet money on Scorpius behaving for five minutes?
Rating: PG... I'm building up to a steaming finish, can you tell? ;P
Warnings: None
Prompts: ALL!
Albus couldn’t remember when he had been in a more awkward situation. The huge Wizard’s Casino was gleaming and the noise was deafening - the music, the rattle of money, the jingling of hundreds of machines (magically defended, of course). Uncle George had disappeared almost immediately after arriving. He had given a Albus what he considered was good enough instructions to get by: You look down, they know you're lying and up, they know you don't know the truth. Don't use seven words when four will do. Don't shift your weight, look always at your mark but don't stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don't make him laugh. He's got to like you then forget you the moment you've left his side. And for God's sake, whatever you do, don't, under any circumstances...
Albus had stopped listening half-way through. He eyed the poker chip in the palm of his hand, the last thing George had given him before taking off to do some gambling of his own.
”Well, well. This is a surprise.” The amused voice came from directly behind him.
Albus turned around and inwardly cursed. With his rotten luck he definitely shouldn’t gamble tonight. Scorpius looked stunning, as if he was born to wear a fine suit. He held out a cocktail to Albus and smiled. ”Now stop looking so sour.” Scorpius’ grin broadened. ”Have a cocktail. This is a place to relax and have fun.” After a moment of hesitation Albus accepted the drink with a shy smile.
”Um… to be honest I don’t really like places like these… I never know what to do.” He said. Scorpius tilted his head slightly, pursing his lips in a sympathetic grimace.
”Ah. I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve had quite fun tonight. Then again, I’ve made a life out of reading peoples faces.” Albus nodded. Scorpius seemed perfectly at ease.
”Yeah. Hey, I don’t think I’ll be using this. Do you want it?” Albus held out the poker chip to Scorpius, who took it and let it roll between his fingers. Albus followed them with his eyes and blushed.
”Thank you. I’ll hang unto this. But in all honesty, I’m greedy. I’m going home with a bigger prize tonight.”
”Oh.” Albus felt like he was missing something. ”You think you’ll… ah… hit the jackpot?” The term felt weird as it rolled off his tongue and he grimaced. Scorpius glanced at him.
”I do believe I will.” He cleared his throat and looked at Albus’ miserable expression. ”Look, I have a deck of cards in my hotel room, if you’d like to gamble. All in good fun, you know?” Albus grinned and ran his hand through his hair.
”Sure.” He said. ”Why not? I can’t stand here all night, can I?”
They walked across the room to the elevators and Scorpius pressed the button marked ”5”.
”So what are we gambling about?” Albus asked suddenly as the elevetor ascended. ”What are we betting?” Scorpius gave him his most innocent smile.
”I’m sure we’ll think of something.” He replied. Out of the elevator speakers a woman’s voice purred the lines from some muggle song unknown to him:
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its not rough it isn't fun
Author: Munanna
Beta: None. I'm sorry! >_>
Summary: Uncle George ditches Albus at the casino... lucky for him, Scorpius shows up. Would you bet money on Scorpius behaving for five minutes?
Rating: PG... I'm building up to a steaming finish, can you tell? ;P
Warnings: None
Prompts: ALL!
Albus couldn’t remember when he had been in a more awkward situation. The huge Wizard’s Casino was gleaming and the noise was deafening - the music, the rattle of money, the jingling of hundreds of machines (magically defended, of course). Uncle George had disappeared almost immediately after arriving. He had given a Albus what he considered was good enough instructions to get by: You look down, they know you're lying and up, they know you don't know the truth. Don't use seven words when four will do. Don't shift your weight, look always at your mark but don't stare, be specific but not memorable, be funny but don't make him laugh. He's got to like you then forget you the moment you've left his side. And for God's sake, whatever you do, don't, under any circumstances...
Albus had stopped listening half-way through. He eyed the poker chip in the palm of his hand, the last thing George had given him before taking off to do some gambling of his own.
”Well, well. This is a surprise.” The amused voice came from directly behind him.
Albus turned around and inwardly cursed. With his rotten luck he definitely shouldn’t gamble tonight. Scorpius looked stunning, as if he was born to wear a fine suit. He held out a cocktail to Albus and smiled. ”Now stop looking so sour.” Scorpius’ grin broadened. ”Have a cocktail. This is a place to relax and have fun.” After a moment of hesitation Albus accepted the drink with a shy smile.
”Um… to be honest I don’t really like places like these… I never know what to do.” He said. Scorpius tilted his head slightly, pursing his lips in a sympathetic grimace.
”Ah. I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve had quite fun tonight. Then again, I’ve made a life out of reading peoples faces.” Albus nodded. Scorpius seemed perfectly at ease.
”Yeah. Hey, I don’t think I’ll be using this. Do you want it?” Albus held out the poker chip to Scorpius, who took it and let it roll between his fingers. Albus followed them with his eyes and blushed.
”Thank you. I’ll hang unto this. But in all honesty, I’m greedy. I’m going home with a bigger prize tonight.”
”Oh.” Albus felt like he was missing something. ”You think you’ll… ah… hit the jackpot?” The term felt weird as it rolled off his tongue and he grimaced. Scorpius glanced at him.
”I do believe I will.” He cleared his throat and looked at Albus’ miserable expression. ”Look, I have a deck of cards in my hotel room, if you’d like to gamble. All in good fun, you know?” Albus grinned and ran his hand through his hair.
”Sure.” He said. ”Why not? I can’t stand here all night, can I?”
They walked across the room to the elevators and Scorpius pressed the button marked ”5”.
”So what are we gambling about?” Albus asked suddenly as the elevetor ascended. ”What are we betting?” Scorpius gave him his most innocent smile.
”I’m sure we’ll think of something.” He replied. Out of the elevator speakers a woman’s voice purred the lines from some muggle song unknown to him:
Russian roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its not rough it isn't fun