Tequila Sunrise // Lucius

Saturday night rolled around quiet in the 7th Year Slytherin boy's dormitory. Evan was nowhere to be seen (probably skulking around somewhere with his brother). Both Er' and Amycus were conspicuously absent (doing what, Malfoy did not care to think about). Truthfully, how his dorm mates spent their time was no concern of his, as long as they did not expect him to join in with their wayward dalliances. No, Lucius had enough dalliances of his own to be concerned about; he did not honestly care how the others got their jollies. Whatever happened behind closed bed curtains was none of his business – so long as they had the courtesy to reciprocate with equal indifference when he brought girls back to the meat market that was their dorm. He could have done so now, taking advantage of the empty room with some girl, but sometimes a person simply wanted a change of scenery.

Lucius did not seem to be alone in that desire. As he headed into the common room, he saw Little Avery slipping outside. By the time he had reached the dungeons himself, however, she was long gone. Pushing all thoughts of house mates out of his mind, Lucius struck out for the Forbidden Forest. If there was one thing a Malfoy knew how to do, it was how to avoid getting caught (for anything, really). He slipped into the trees, confident that neither professors nor prefects had noticed his illicit sojourn. When he had gone far enough into the dark woods, he turned and disapparated.

Diagon Ally was about as crowded as was to be expected, but he did not want crowds. What he wanted was a dark, quiet bar to prowl. It did not take him long to find just that. Lucius had never much been one for the nightclubs he knew some of his peers frequented. He found it all too noisome, too blaring; the music and people too offensive to his finely-tuned senses. He much preferred a dimly-lit pub where he could slink alongside the creatures of the underworld, using his ferocious wit and guile, rather than relying upon grace alone. He had never been one to blend in with the horde. In a place such as the bar he just entered, he shown as if in spotlight.

There were two sort of games to be played in such a setting. The first, if there was no sport to be had yet was to wait. To strike an alluring figure at the bar and stake his claim to any prey that happened through the door. The alternative, was to pounce upon whatever unsuspecting creature might already be inside. His stormy grey eyes settled upon a stunning redheaded witch, and he knew it would be the latter tonight. With the most confident swagger, he sauntered up alongside her and ordered himself a firewhiskey. A devilish smirk spread across his lips as he took notice of the shot glasses before her. The choice of drink practically sold her to him at once. In his lyrical, melodic voice he inquired, "Shots? Need an escape that badly, hm?"