The Shadow Lounge

[kevin_montague]

The Shadow Lounge - Open to anyone.
Who : Kevin Montague and __________.
Where : The Shadow Lounge - A renowned gay club in Soho, open to both members and none members

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[nevilletherebel]

It was too late to say that he was tired now. Ginny's drinks had not been enough for him, and if he was to sleep at all tonight, he would have to get absolutely plastered. Taking his dreamless sleep now would result in inevitable sickness, and he'd spend most of the next day of his freedom unable to move. At least with alcohol, he could simply take a hangover potion come the morning. There was no cure for mixing his poisons.

Of course, the Leaky Cauldron closed at eleven, and pubs emptied of people around twelve, no matter that the opening hours had been extended. The only places that served alcohol throughout the night were sordid little affairs, but certainly the Shadow Lounge was the least sordid of these. There was a more laid back atmosphere, the bar staff were friendly, but not too friendly, and the cocktails, although a little expensive, would be a good start before giving way to the heavy drinking that Neville needed for later unconsciousness.

Everything seemed to glitter, the light picking up almost magically from hidden spaces. Muggle places like this always fascinated him - there was nothing in the Wizarding World that was lit quite like this...it was all candles or fire or elf magic. It was ethereal and alien to Neville every time, and he allowed himself to be escorted downstairs on the arm of a friendly guide.

The party seemed to be in full swing already, the smell of aftershave and sweat stung the air, pungent and heady, and Neville skirted the edge of the crowd and head for the bar. He wasn't here to attract attention, he wanted to fit in for a little while and just drink, which was why he wore his short teaching robes; the ones that looked more like a long tailcoat than actual robes. Still, it was hot underneath the thick cotton.

"A double marguerita, please," Neville asked, sitting himself down at the bar and watching the talented, handsome bartender as he dropped in a double helping of tequila into the drink, encrusted the edge with salt and handed it back to Neville.

"Thank you," replied the Gryffindor, pushing a few strands of hair back behind his ear out of habit, then picking up the glass and bolting down a salty mouthful.

[kevin_montague]

The black clad predator strode up towards the bar, effortlessly making his way as the sea of bodies parted for him. That was something that happened almost naturally whenever he was in a crowded place. Kevin didn't know if it was due to his radiating beauty or because he emitted an aura that seemed to say "Get in my way and you'll regret it" in a dangerous but decidedly sexy way.

He hailed down Sebastian, smiling wolfishly at the muscular blond as he immediately walked down towards him. Sebastian was a fabulous fuck with the extra addition of not being a needy, clingy, pathetic sort of bastard.

"A grasshopper, if you please, sweets."

"Coming right up, stud." Sebastian said, a twinkle in his eyes, their terms of endearment an inside joke.

"Thank you."

He watched Sebastian intently as he watch him shake the cocktail, teasing him just a little bit with a flash of tongue wetting his lower lip. As the blond finished off the drink by pouring the green, creamy liquid into a martini glass he whispered something, forcing Kevin to lean in to catch his words.

"If you can't find anyone worthy tonight, I get off early."

Kevin grinned.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Sebastian turned around to attend to his next costumer further up along the bar. As Kevin took hold of his drink and took a sip he noticed for the first time who was sitting on the stool beside him.

He blinked. And then he bent over. And he laughed and laughed and laughed until he could almost feel tears come down his cheeks.

"Well I be damned, Longbottom. I certainly didn't see that coming."

He shook his head and took another sip from his cocktail, spotting something a couple of feet further up the bar. Or someone, rather.

"Well, hello." He muttered under his breath, feeling the room temperature rise a couple of degrees.

"Sorry, Longbottom, I'll come back to taunt you later..."

He pushed away from the bar and stalked towards his prey.

[nevilletherebel]

Montague's sycophantic voice rang out clearly despite the heavy music and bustle of conversation, and then, as Neville inclined his head slightly towards him, the prat began to laugh. Delightful... The man was supposed to be older than him, but he had the mental age of a mayfly.

Neville sat it out - laughter he could deal with - and so after a moment when Montague finally went away, Neville finished his tequila and ordered something a little deeper, with a fruitier flavour to it to take the sting of the tequila away.

His eyes strayed lazily over the bar, and then, with a laugh, he spotted a -most- amusing sight.