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Directly across from the subway station for Leicester Square on Charing Cross Road stands the Hippodrome Casino. Opened in 1900, the Hippodrome wasn't originally used as a casino. Muggles used the space for a wide range of successful circus and variety shows and even hosted the first official jazz gig in the United Kingdom. By 1958, however, the Hippodrome was converted into a nightclub and restaurant and then transformed for in-house events and theatre shows before renovations began in 2009 to turn the space into a buzzing casino.
The four-story casino has been utilized by hundreds of Muggles for decades, keeping the palpable energy and lively atmosphere of the place alive. Numerous bars, restaurants, and a cabaret theatre can be found here in addition to hundreds of betting tables and dinging slot machines. Anyone that is of age is welcome to place their bets and try to win their chicken dinner.
If Muggle blackjack, crabs, or poker isn't enticing enough, there is an alternate option for wizardkind. Taking the elevator down to the basement and going through a magically disguised red door will reveal an underground casino and club that is free of Muggles. House-elves (working as servers), goblins, and, inevitably, some dodgy dealers frequent here.
Matt was about to go in. See, he was even walking towards the building when he saw a very fancy-looking lady and he totally checked her out, alright.
But then she turned to him and spoke to him and SHE KNEW HIM, LOL, NO WAY. "I know who you are, Genn!" He laughed out loud when she introduced herself like a dope. LOL, typical Genny, eh. Matt missed their good ol' Hogwarts days sort of. Of course he wasn't going to tell her he hadn't really recognised her at first because she was too far away, that was it. "You look..."Fit. "...great! Haven't changed a bit." Quidditch was doing her well, it seemed.
He wondered if his own physical training was doing HIM well. He bet it was, mwaha. It wasn't EASY training to be an Auror, you know. Physically and mentally challenging - don't get him started on the underwater training and his freaking out, okay, that was far gone only not really - but totally worth it. And he was making money working at a pretty awesome job, so happy days.
Anyhow. Genn. "Don't tell me you're a regular??" He said as he noticed she was also heading towards the Casino. Who would've thought!
She laughed. "I thought you needed some memory prodding, we haven't seen each other in ages!" Like four years ago! Well, since they graduated. It was not intentional but she definitely remembered getting annoyed by him back at school - always thought he was immature. And the seasickness thing? That's not so attractive for someone as tough as Genny.
Although look at lil Mathew noowwww. He was doing alrighttttt, meow. Genny noticed the transformation from boy to man, she ain't blind. She kinda was smiling widely partly for that, it was fun meeting your old friends and discovering they turned out to be good-looking tough people. "Yeah? I can say the same to you." About not changing a bit. Excuse her but she would like to think that she got a little taller and fitter, she was a pro Quidditch player now! So, if he didn't notice, then she was not going to admit that he did change.
"I wouldn't say I'm a regular," she was. "But I come here when I feel the need to relish in the rush of winning." That was a weird way of putting it for someone who didn't know Genny and how competitive she was. "Wanna go in together?" Since they were chummy friends and all. Ahem.
She laughed. "I thought you needed some memory prodding, we haven't seen each other in ages!" Like four years ago! Well, since they graduated. It was not intentional but she definitely remembered getting annoyed by him back at school - always thought he was immature. And the seasickness thing? That's not so attractive for someone as tough as Genny.
Although look at lil Mathew noowwww. He was doing alrighttttt, meow. Genny noticed the transformation from boy to man, she ain't blind. She kinda was smiling widely partly for that, it was fun meeting your old friends and discovering they turned out to be good-looking tough people. "Yeah? I can say the same to you." About not changing a bit. Excuse her but she would like to think that she got a little taller and fitter, she was a pro Quidditch player now! So, if he didn't notice, then she was not going to admit that he did change.
"I wouldn't say I'm a regular," she was. "But I come here when I feel the need to relish in the rush of winning." That was a weird way of putting it for someone who didn't know Genny and how competitive she was. "Wanna go in together?" Since they were chummy friends and all. Ahem.
"I'm not as dumb as you might remember, Genn." Matt laughed, happy to see his old housemate. But you know what was a good thing? The fact Matt couldn't read her mind. Both the 'seasickness' comment and the fact she saw a transformation 'from boy to man' - lol - would've done two very different things to his ego and neither would be very helpful to this accidental meet up.
Still, HA. Was she just saying he also hadn't changed out of 'politeness' (read: stubbornness) or did she really think that? Then again, he had done pretty much the same thing and not really voiced his true thoughts. Mmm, okay. He'd take that. "I'll take that as a compliment." He grinned before winking. See, they were probably playing the same game. Gryffindors...
'I come here when I feel the need to relish in the rush of winning.'"So, all the time." Matt sent her his signature cheeky grin before laughing. "Let's see if the staff knows your name and then I might believe you're not a regular." He gestured to the door with his hand, letting her go in first before following and actively being on the lookout for any staff members that might recognise Genny, bwahaha.
"I'm not as dumb as you might remember, Genn." Matt laughed, happy to see his old housemate. But you know what was a good thing? The fact Matt couldn't read her mind. Both the 'seasickness' comment and the fact she saw a transformation 'from boy to man' - lol - would've done two very different things to his ego and neither would be very helpful to this accidental meet up.
Still, HA. Was she just saying he also hadn't changed out of 'politeness' (read: stubbornness) or did she really think that? Then again, he had done pretty much the same thing and not really voiced his true thoughts. Mmm, okay. He'd take that. "I'll take that as a compliment." He grinned before winking. See, they were probably playing the same game. Gryffindors...
' I come here when I feel the need to relish in the rush of winning.'"So, all the time." Matt sent her his signature cheeky grin before laughing. "Let's see if the staff knows your name and then I might believe you're not a regular." He gestured to the door with his hand, letting her go in first before following and actively being on the lookout for any staff members that might recognize Genny, bwahaha.
Genny didn't say anything to the dumb comment, she just laughed along. Because, okay, she didn't think he was dumb just immature. And loud. She was loud, too, though so that wasn't really a part of it. Anyway, they were both changed characters, weren't they? Amazing what four years without Hogwarts could do to a person. Hah. Who knew.
It was not a compliment, but Genny nodded with a lopsided smirk. "As will I." She DID change. But ya know, two could play this game.
"UHM. Pretty sure they don't--" she started just as the receptionist greeted her with 'Miss Tate'. "Oh dang." She lost. Oh wait, no she didn't. "Actually, they know me from the Quidditch magazines and stuff. I'm sure." She tried to turn it around to her own advantage - calling herself a famous Quidditch Beater was what she was doing, ahem ahem.
Genny didn't say anything to the dumb comment, she just laughed along. Because, okay, she didn't think he was dumb just immature. And loud. She was loud, too, though so that wasn't really a part of it. Anyway, they were both changed characters, weren't they? Amazing what four years without Hogwarts could do to a person. Hah. Who knew.
It was not a compliment, but Genny nodded with a lopsided smirk. "As will I." She DID change. But ya know, two could play this game.
"UHM. Pretty sure they don't--" she started just as the receptionist greeted her with 'Miss Tate'. "Oh dang." She lost. Oh wait, no she didn't. "Actually, they know me from the Quidditch magazines and stuff. I'm sure." She tried to turn it around to her own advantage - calling herself a famous Quidditch Beater was what she was doing, ahem ahem.
WOW, it took what, TWO SECONDS? HAHAHAHA!!
Matt let out a loud laugh as soon as the receptionist called Genny by her name. And the way she was deflecting that? Even funnier, HAHAHA! "Suuure. I bet you're a big fan, aren't you..." He looked at the receptionist's name badge. "...Jack? Big fan, no doubt. Shame you're working and can't ask for a photo and autograph - that'd be a bit unprofessional, wouldn't it?" He told the guy before glancing at Genny with a very amused expression. Nudging the bloke with his elbow, he continued. "Don't worry, I'll get her to sign a serviette and will drop it off here at the reception for you before we leave."
The bloke's facial expression added to the great entertainment. Merlin, Matt was always surrounded by the best entertainers in the city, how did he do that??? LOL.
"Anyway, you can sort out something pretty cool for us since I'm with big Quidditch star Genny Tate, right?"
Matt let out a loud laugh as soon as the receptionist called Genny by her name. And the way she was deflecting that? Even funnier, HAHAHA! "Suuure. I bet you're a big fan, aren't you..." He looked at the receptionist's name badge. "...Jack? Big fan, no doubt. Shame you're working and can't ask for a photo and autograph - that'd be a bit unprofessional, wouldn't it?" He told the guy before glancing at Genny with a very amused expression. Nudging the bloke with his elbow, he continued. "Don't worry, I'll get her to sign a serviette and will drop it off here at the reception for you before we leave."
The bloke's facial expression added to the great entertainment. Merlin, Matt was always surrounded by the best entertainers in the city, how did he do that??? LOL.
"Anyway, you can sort out something pretty cool for us since I'm with big Quidditch star Genny Tate, right?"
What? It was worth a try. Ha!
It was not like Genny didn't have a sense of humor, she DID, but she hated to lose. Oh, Merlin how she hated it. So now she was just rolling her eyes at Matt as he hollered on, and just kept embarrassing her and himself with the receptionist. "Yeah, yeah, don't answer him." She directed at the poor receptionist. "Fine, so you win this one. But actually, I am a new customer." She started coming here more often after Mason moved out and she set her mind on meeting someone new. A real someone, not those playboys. Obviously, a casino was a good location...
"Oh for sure." She got the sarcasm in his tone, so she gave him an extra sweet smile - the kind that's a bit creepy. "Let's go to the next floor where all the VIP's go. I'll give you a tour." Since he was just a commoner, eheheh.
It was not like Genny didn't have a sense of humor, she DID, but she hated to lose. Oh, Merlin how she hated it. So now she was just rolling her eyes at Matt as he hollered on, and just kept embarrassing her and himself with the receptionist. "Yeah, yeah, don't answer him." She directed at the poor receptionist. "Fine, so you win this one. But actually, I am a new customer." She started coming here more often after Mason moved out and she set her mind on meeting someone new. A real someone, not those playboys. Obviously, a casino was a good location...
"Oh for sure." She got the sarcasm in his tone, so she gave him an extra sweet smile - the kind that's a bit creepy. "Let's go to the next floor where all the VIP's go. I'll give you a tour." Since he was just a commoner, eheheh.
Matt cracked up and snorted as Genny told the receptionist not to answer him. Boom! Matt won. He did like winning, mind you. His beamy grin showed that, plus the fact he was highly amused. "Not as new as me. This is my first time here. If he remembers your name, mate..." He let out a laugh again because THAT, my friend, meant she was a regular.
Genny was on fire today, making him laugh so much like that. "You should quit Quidditch and go into entertainment, Genn. You're too funny!" That creepy smile, LOL! Priceless. But was she for real or was she joking? He couldn't exactly tell because, you know, she WAS a Quidditch player after all and although Matt wasn't particularly into the game much, he knew for a fact the Wizarding World loved their sports and players. "Alright, let's go then." He said, partially holding back his cheeky grin, which came through as a half smug smile. "Give me a tour either way because I haven't got a clue where to go first." Truth. Matt was going to simply walk around like a headless chicken until he spotted interesting stuff, but since he had his friend here who was CLEARLY a pro at this casino business, he was happy to follow along.
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William had been doing a very good job these last few years of avoiding trouble. Granted, it was incredibly easy to avoid bad luck and other humans when living in near-isolation above the Arctic Circle in the northernmost US City, but hey. He was proud of himself. And he had a few spare coins in his pocket to reward himself for avoiding trouble.
So here he was, taking the elevator down to the bottom floor of the Hippodrome, making his way through the red door, and immediately getting sucked into a roaring game of wizarding roulette. Oh boy. This was FUN. Willy found himself grinning like a loon as he placed a bet on a red 32.
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William had been doing a very good job these last few years of avoiding trouble. Granted, it was incredibly easy to avoid bad luck and other humans when living in near-isolation above the Arctic Circle in the northernmost US City, but hey. He was proud of himself. And he had a few spare coins in his pocket to reward himself for avoiding trouble.
So here he was, taking the elevator down to the bottom floor of the Hippodrome, making his way through the red door, and immediately getting sucked into a roaring game of wizarding roulette. Oh boy. This was FUN. Willy found himself grinning like a loon as he placed a bet on a red 32.
Did Paul Myers know how to gamble?
No.
Did he want to know how to gamble?
NO.
Was he here for AAAAAANY PARTICULAR REASON?
Yes. Yes he was. But he wouldn't state those reasons here, mind you, but keep in mind he DID own his own private greenhouse....and his pockets were quite full. Maybe he had a talking cabbage head in his pocket ready to be SOLD? MAYBE?
Who knew. Did you know? NO. NO ONE KNOWS. Ahem.
The older white-haired man found himself sucked into the same game as W. Williamson. Who Paul know by name alone...he had never met the man..had he? If he had, he didn't remember. Damn old!man brain. "I don't know how to play but I sure am losing a boat-load of money!" he cackled. Losing money could be so fun!
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"I don't know how to play but I sure am losing a boat-load of money!" he cackled. Losing money could be so fun!
32 was not a winner but you know what? 33 might be! William couldn't walk away now, not when he was losing. He needed to see this through to the end. The end of the game. No, that was now. So, er, the end of...his pockets? He still had coins! That wasn't now! He was here to WIN!
"I don't know how to play either," William declared in glee, mostly in reply to the other guy who was on a losing winning streak just like him. "What a rush though!" ~WOOHOO! "COME ON, THIRTY-TWO!" The age he wished he could be again! WOOHOOOOOOO! He just liked picking out the numbers and watching the wheel spin. It was addicting to watch!
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Paul didn't know. He had cards in his hand."Hear hear!" he said for good measure, just to seem really serious about whatever it was they were playing. He wished Milton were with him. His husband knew how to gamble well. "Yes. LEt's go THIRTY TWO!" he said, even though he had apparently bet on the number twenty. He just went with what the other fellow said.
"THIRTY TWO? What kind of STUPID NUTTY NUMBER is THIRTYTWO? Only a GOAT LOVING CARROT EATING BLOKE WOULD BET ON THIRTY-TWO---"
......Had that come from Paul's POCKET? He slapped it, and hoped no one heard him. And smiled awkwardly.
AHEM.
What Paul didn't know is that even a 103-year-old witch from across the room would have heard THAT.
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Look at this guy, cheering William on. What a guy, huh? It was good to be back home. The people were better here, just better, in lots of ways. Friendly, kind, cheer---
"Wot?" William took his eyes off the wheel to watch the white-haired man who appeared to be shouting, now, about his choice of number. He didn't see his lips move, but the sound definitely came from him. Willy's brow furrowed; was he... messing with William? DELIBERATELY trying to provoke him? What was his game here? Willy turned an unfortunate shade of pink as he stammered a reply. "I'm--- I mean, I DO love goats, I mean, not like THAT, but they're good animals, they eat anything, and frankly, who DOESN'T eat candied carrots, but----"
Andddd he was interrupted by the dealer shouting that thirty-two lost. Again. Time to place his next bet, right? Willy grunted and placed a bet on 2 this time. This guy couldn't have a problem with the number two, right? Right.
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Thirty-two lost. Also twenty. Paul bet on THREE, then. Three was next to the bloke's---and he was trying to make amends for what his STOOOOOPID TALKING PLANT was yelling from his pocket. "Why is this game always so quiet--we should be DANCING and cheering-- we need some FUN!" he lamented aloud for the group. Paul Myers liked a good time; a LOUD....PARTY....good kind of time okay?
"Okaaaay lads! LET'S GET A THREE--"
"MOROOOOOON. WHY'D YOU PICK A THREE? No wonder YA KEEP LOSING, YA PINEAPPLE BOTTOMED LOSER!"
Paul slapped his pocket HARD. "You hush it, you!" he managed to say through gritted teeth.
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"Big money, big money," William cheered, but with much less enthusiasm than earlier. He'd been made to feel like an idiot by the white-haired man, and was not cheering and yelling like earlier. He did, however, clap loudly a few times in support of, "GOOOOOOOO NUMBER TWO."
Oh, wait. Had he just----?
Willy coughed to cover up his poo reference, and over top of his cough heard the white-haired man AGAIN yelling about someone else's (or his own???) number choice? Well, he didn't SEE him yelling, but he definitely HEARD the yelling. Then he DID see the man SMACK himself, hard, and decided to do something about it.
"Look, I dunno what you're playing at, BUDDY," William poked ol' dude in the chest, in the same spot where he had smacked himself, "but you gotta stop calling people MORONS." And GOAT LOVERS. He, personally, was offended by that one.
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Aggie was on a winning streak. She had been quietly placing a small bet on black, keeping her bet the same when she won, and doubling up when she lost. It had been profitable for her, as she was up at the moment, but the two blokes that had joined her table were making her wonder if she should be worried. First, they didn’t seem to know the odds on this game. Second, they seemed about three spins of the wheel away from having a duel at the table because the older man seemed to be really good at ventriloquy.
Between spins, she had been quietly sipping her beer and letting her green eyes dart between the two men. The goat lover comment, had been amusing, but she had been mid-sip when the younger male yelled about ‘going number two’ and she almost spat out her beer. She caught herself, but a loud snorting noise escaped. It was a good thing, Aggie didn’t really worry about being lady-like. And yes, she sometimes had the sense of humor of a 11 year old boy. She was wiping the back of her hand across her mouth when the younger bloke poked the older chap in the chest. ”Woa fella’s…” she said, speaking u for the first time.
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Marcel was ready for a night out and some fun. He needed to meet new people, he had been in London for nearly a year already and had meet no one but his son's play mates from daycare ... well and he still had to talk to his ex wife ... but he did that a little as possible.
So dressed in a casual suite and a hat .. because who didn't love fedoras ... Marcel was ready .. maybe he's meet a lady ... best not to get his hopes up, So places just a small bet on red and Marcel took a look around the table to see who was all there. AHA! There was a lady ... lady luck perhaps? Marcel did a small snort at his own stupid joke and noticed the gentleman at the table as well .. acting ... well not so gentlemanly. Sliding his wand out of his pocket, Marcel stood at the ready to intervene if necessary. "What's everyone's bet?" He asked trying to defuse the tension.
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It was getting more and more crowded, and Paul was worried about the talking cabbage in his pocket to be quite honest. He hadn't expected the head to be so INSULTING! It was an appalling piece of plantery! He was SUPPOSED to be giving it to someone here at some point, too, and he was about to chop it up and make a nice cabbage salad!
Ahem.
He was being poked. POKED. The elderly man CLEARED HIS THROAT at the W. "I'm sorry--I---I've been having such an illness lately--it makes me break out into accidentally calling people silly insults! Bad potion!" he laughed nervously and tugged at his sleeve a bit. "But go number two yes----I love a good bowel movement myself--" he guffawed and placed his bets on the lucky number 1. ONE.
ONE. And he didn't say his number aloud this time in case the talking insult-factory in his pocket decided to chime in. "NO need to get up in arms here!" he told the woman and gestured for her to sit down. "We're aaaallllll good. I'm a pacifist, after all!" he beamed. "And I"m a one this time!" he told the man who just joined.
Merlin.
He could have counted the sweat beads on the back of his neck currently.
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Oi oi oi oi, what was with all these people and their wands? No wands needed, really. William wasn't looking to do any SERIOUS harm to the old man with the mouth. He grunted and took a step back from the fella to place his own bet.
One?! HE was going to pick one. "I'm ALSO betting on one," he muttered, tossing in a chip. "A pacifist my ashwinder."
He didn't say that one very loudly, though, because as tall and grompy as he was, William really didn't do fighting. Unless it was wrestling with a wampus or a untangling a silly thestral or fighting acromantulas at Hogwarts.... nah. He would leave the crazy old coot alone... for now. BUT IF HE SAID ONE MORE THING...!
"I need a drink," he grumped to himself. Whatever that lady had looked good to him.
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Marcel was ready for a night out and some fun. He needed to meet new people, he had been in London for nearly a year already and had meet no one but his son's play mates from daycare ... well and he still had to talk to his ex wife ... but he did that a little as possible.
So dressed in a casual suite and a hat .. because who didn't love fedoras ... Marcel was ready .. maybe he's meet a lady ... best not to get his hopes up, So places just a small bet on red and Marcel took a look around the table to see who was all there. AHA! There was a lady ... lady luck perhaps? Marcel did a small snort at his own stupid joke and noticed the gentleman at the table as well .. acting ... well not so gentlemanly. Sliding his wand out of his pocket, Marcel stood at the ready to intervene if necessary. "What's everyone's bet?" He asked trying to defuse the tension.
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It was getting more and more crowded, and Paul was worried about the talking cabbage in his pocket to be quite honest. He hadn't expected the head to be so INSULTING! It was an appalling piece of plantery! He was SUPPOSED to be giving it to someone here at some point, too, and he was about to chop it up and make a nice cabbage salad!
Ahem.
He was being poked. POKED. The elderly man CLEARED HIS THROAT at the W. "I'm sorry--I---I've been having such an illness lately--it makes me break out into accidentally calling people silly insults! Bad potion!" he laughed nervously and tugged at his sleeve a bit. "But go number two yes----I love a good bowel movement myself--" he guffawed and placed his bets on the lucky number 1. ONE.
ONE. And he didn't say his number aloud this time in case the talking insult-factory in his pocket decided to chime in. "NO need to get up in arms here!" he told the woman and gestured for her to sit down. "We're aaaallllll good. I'm a pacifist, after all!" he beamed. "And I"m a one this time!" he told the man who just joined.
Merlin.
He could have counted the sweat beads on the back of his neck currently.
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Oi oi oi oi, what was with all these people and their wands? No wands needed, really. William wasn't looking to do any SERIOUS harm to the old man with the mouth. He grunted and took a step back from the fella to place his own bet.
One?! HE was going to pick one. "I'm ALSO betting on one," he muttered, tossing in a chip. "A pacifist my ashwinder."
He didn't say that one very loudly, though, because as tall and grompy as he was, William really didn't do fighting. Unless it was wrestling with a wampus or a untangling a silly thestral or fighting acromantulas at Hogwarts.... nah. He would leave the crazy old coot alone... for now. BUT IF HE SAID ONE MORE THING...!
"I need a drink," he grumped to himself. Whatever that lady had looked good to him.
Taking a swig of her beer and collecting her winnings from the dealer, Aggie looked back and forth between the two men. Her wand had stayed in her jacket pocket, unlike Mr. Fedora, not that Aggie had noticed the wand. Nope, Aggie just cared that the other two blokes might cause the table to get shut down and well, she wasn’t ready to leave the casino, but she would if the table got shut down.
”5 on black,” she said, slipping her cheques onto the table when bets were called. The blokes seemed to settle things, something about a pacifist and a bad potion. She snorted again, but didn’t really comment further. The fact that she thought both comments were Erumpent poop didn’t matter because she was here to gamble not to settling a ventriloquist’s squabble. However, hearing Potty Guy place a bet on yet another bathroom euphemism and then mutter about drinks, she could at least get on board that. Because her beer was almost empty. Besides, maybe it would mellow everyone down a bit. ”Beverage server?” she called out to server walking by. ”Round for the table?” she motioned to Mr. Fedora, Potty Guy, and Mr. Ventriloquist to give their orders to the server as she pulled a few cheques off the pile to pay for the round.
Seeing the tension between the gentleman defuse slightly, Marcel slipped his wand back into his pocket. One could never be to careful. And since he had not actually heard was insults had originally come about to cause issues Marcel was far from able to determine who was in the right and now.
Lady Luck had suggested a round for the table? Now that he could get on board with. "A beer for me, anything dark." He added, Marcel had recently started drinking craft beers, so he was into dark right now. "Gentleman? Everything good here then?" He added just to make sure that everyone could carry on with further bets. Marcel needed this night out, so breaking up a fight wasn't on his agenda. "I'm Marcel by the way." He announced to the table, there introductions out of the way he could carry on with his night.
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It certainly wasn't the young breakout Wrockstar's first time at a casino. However, he wasn't entirely sure if girlfriend's brother had ever been. Had he even bothered to ask the younger boy? Manners, Montmorency. You forget yourself.
"Tell me you've been here before."
His thumb rubbed the edge of the sweaty glass bottle, the cool liquid rolling through the ridges of his thumbprint. He'd promised Jolie he as going to make an effort to make more friends and Rory was as good a guy to begin with. Befriend the brother, get closer to the family, minus... well... he didn't particularly want to dwell much on Kodee Chosen.
"Slots, tables, or anther drink?" Was he forgetting anything?
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It certainly wasn't the young breakout Wrockstar's first time at a casino. However, he wasn't entirely sure if girlfriend's brother had ever been. Had he even bothered to ask the younger boy? Manners, Montmorency. You forget yourself.
"Tell me you've been here before."
His thumb rubbed the edge of the sweaty glass bottle, the cool liquid rolling through the ridges of his thumbprint. He'd promised Jolie he as going to make an effort to make more friends and Rory was as good a guy to begin with. Befriend the brother, get closer to the family, minus... well... he didn't particularly want to dwell much on Kodee Chosen.
"Slots, tables, or anther drink?" Was he forgetting anything?
Rory was still on holidays from school, here in the UK, hosted by his parents and whoever happened to be visiting at the house. He'd been here long enough to start missing his dorm and life on his own, but he was a lot less vocal about his feelings than his twin brother. So, nobody actually knew what went on in his head. This, however, explained why he ran to the chance when Jove invited him out... for... poker? A drink? What were they supposed to do exactly in here? This was a Kodee scene, something Rory knew better than to voice out.
"Sorry to disappoint." He replied wryly because he had not been here before, no. He had chances to, but he didn't enjoy it here. The drinks were nice, they have a good variety of cocktails. Rory took a gulp from his sparkly bottle and looked around as Jove listed the entertainment here. "Not sure I'm into slots." He was too much a Ravenclaw to humour that game. "Maybe have some drinks and then hit one of those tables?" Okay, they were more sophisticated than the slots. At least you had to think about a strategy to win. "I have to say it's good to go out, have a drink, and enjoy some quiet time." Quiet was not how he and Kodee spent their time together nor was it anywhere near their huge family house.
Rory was still on holidays from school, here in the UK, hosted by his parents and whoever happened to be visiting at the house. He'd been here long enough to start missing his dorm and life on his own, but he was a lot less vocal about his feelings than his twin brother. So, nobody actually knew what went on in his head. This, however, explained why he ran to the chance when Jove invited him out... for... poker? A drink? What were they supposed to do exactly in here? This was a Kodee scene, something Rory knew better than to voice out.
"Sorry to disappoint." He replied wryly because he had not been here before, no. He had chances to, but he didn't enjoy it here. The drinks were nice, they have a good variety of cocktails. Rory took a gulp from his sparkly bottle and looked around as Jove listed the entertainment here. "Not sure I'm into slots." He was too much a Ravenclaw to humour that game. "Maybe have some drinks and then hit one of those tables?" Okay, they were more sophisticated than the slots. At least you had to think about a strategy to win. "I have to say it's good to go out, have a drink, and enjoy some quiet time." Quiet was not how he and Kodee spent their time together nor was it anywhere near their huge family house.
That was one of the many things the two boys shared in common. Their lack of expression in words. Both seemed to share a different medium for expressing themselves and if Jove did say so himself, a better, more impressive one; the arts. In all honesty, Jove assumed most people around their ages were into this sort of scene. Things revolving around alcohol seemed to draw in the masses he'd reckoned.
"No disappointments here. We could move on to the bar next door or... something else? Whatever you have in mind, really." Jove wasn't all that picky. New experiences were always welcomed; Romy had taught him that. He wanted Rory to have a good time so, whatever it was that he'd like to do, Jove would be into that.
Tables. Fair enough. He smiled briefly, it was more of a smirk, a little bit of humor behind it all. "You call this quiet?" The bottle was moved to his lips, tilting back as his lips parted ways for the amber colored liquid while his feet continued on. "It's a good thing we got you out of the house, then."
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That was one of the many things the two boys shared in common. Their lack of expression in words. Both seemed to share a different medium for expressing themselves and if Jove did say so himself, a better, more impressive one; the arts. In all honesty, Jove assumed most people around their ages were into this sort of scene. Things revolving around alcohol seemed to draw in the masses he'd reckoned.
"No disappointments here. We could move on to the bar next door or... something else? Whatever you have in mind, really." Jove wasn't all that picky. New experiences were always welcomed; Romy had taught him that. He wanted Rory to have a good time so, whatever it was that he'd like to do, Jove would be into that.
Tables. Fair enough. He smiled briefly, it was more of a smirk, a little bit of humor behind it all. "You call this quiet?" The bottle was moved to his lips, tilting back as his lips parted ways for the amber colored liquid while his feet continued on. "It's a good thing we got you out of the house, then."
No, no, Rory was not going to suggest a change of venue now that he committed to what Jove chose. He was only honest in his answers, that was a good policy he learned to assume. Funnily enough, he learned that lesson from his siblings. "Nah, it's good here." He reassured Jove, eyes caught on a handsome fella standing at the table, and quickly dropping them to his drink again. He wasn't here to pick someone up.
... okay, his perception of quiet was completely distraught, apparently? Rory gave a lopsided smile, agreeing with Jove. "Oh, yeah. I owe you one, I guess." Not that he was forced to stay in the house, but what was he supposed to do when his parents insisted on spending every awake moment with their son after months of absence? He didn't have the heart to say no he wasn't Kodee. "Anyway. Tell me how things have been? It feels like I've been away for years sometimes. Keeping in touch while studying is not as easy as one would think." Especially when you were immersed in the college experience.
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"And breaking faces when mine isn't getting broken in return--or maybe sometimes even then. It depends. Sometimes a knock upside the jaw puts things back in perspective nicely, y'know?" His boss obviously knew. He was proving to be a cool dude. Why?
HE TOOK THEM TO A CASINO.
Forget all the sulking he'd done the day before. Forget whatever trouble he'd gone and created after work. This was really happening. They were getting closer, it didn't look like a psych out. With a boss like this, there was probably a lot Kodee could get away with saying admitting--cautiously, as Al always preached.
"You a high stakes or low stakes kinda guy?" He asked, still unable to believe where they were going for lunch but not protesting in the slightest. He'd made a few extra galleons just the night before. Wouldn't hurt to go a round or two.
A casino.
Actually, Fletcher DID know that. He'd been in a few fistfights back in the day. One memorable one with a Slytherin prefect had resulted in a broken jaw for him, though. So. Uh. How did he agree whilst still looking professional?
"I do know what you mean," Fletcher admitted quietly as they neared the casino. "Just... don't tell Charles this, alright?" He couldn't help but grin now at Kodee. "There are probaby more than a few things we won't be able to tell Charles about, starting with this lunch. But. Don't worry, I'm buying today."
And Fletcher was smart enough to keep this luncheon off the books entirely. "High stakes, always," he chuckled and headed onto the casino floor. "No guts, no glory." Would Kodee like to bet a few rounds before lunch, then? Fletcher found himself walking a familiar path toward his favorite casual blackjack table, settling down without a further thought. "So wait, is 'breaking faces' how you got your black eye?" He glanced at his younger companion again. "It's poking through whatever you put on it, kid." Sorry, he had to ask.
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Actually, Fletcher DID know that. He'd been in a few fistfights back in the day. One memorable one with a Slytherin prefect had resulted in a broken jaw for him, though. So. Uh. How did he agree whilst still looking professional?
"I do know what you mean," Fletcher admitted quietly as they neared the casino. "Just... don't tell Charles this, alright?" He couldn't help but grin now at Kodee. "There are probaby more than a few things we won't be able to tell Charles about, starting with this lunch. But. Don't worry, I'm buying today."
And Fletcher was smart enough to keep this luncheon off the books entirely. "High stakes, always," he chuckled and headed onto the casino floor. "No guts, no glory." Would Kodee like to bet a few rounds before lunch, then? Fletcher found himself walking a familiar path toward his favorite casual blackjack table, settling down without a further thought. "So wait, is 'breaking faces' how you got your black eye?" He glanced at his younger companion again. "It's poking through whatever you put on it, kid." Sorry, he had to ask.
SEE?? He got it. His boss was earning a ton of cool points right before his eyes and--
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"Mate, Sir, Fletcher, I love you." Kodee Chosen said in solemn fashion. "And now I love my job and now I love today." He'd gotten something of an inclining about the man--when he wasn't lecturing him about everything he was doing wrong--but this...this...don't tell Charles...this promise of more things they wouldn't tell the Minister...he would work for this man forever.
"Got it. My lips are sealed."
Kodee came to a stop by his boss but didn't take a seat. Blackjack wasn't his idea of high stakes so he'd pass on this but the boy was suddenly more interested in his boss. "Yeah." He admitted, less caution in his tone than moments before. "Got the other guy good. Won that one. Got some decent galleons for it. If you're really into the high stakes, I know a place."
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