The Joy Ride || Wes

Popping his knuckles Vincent looked over the very clean office of Wesley Leer. Everything was neat and in very particular piles. It was a very drastic difference in appearance than that of his own office, papers could be found in even the most tight of places, that is if they fit. In other words, if paper could go somewhere it would, if it couldn't fit, it still would have gone near the spot he wanted. Shrugging he opened the door wide and waited for Wes to leave the neat and clean paradise Vincent called Wes' Office.

'We can go wherever...' Wes should not have said that. Certainly those words opened up an entire world of locations the pair could go to. A smile began to curl at the edges of Vincent's lips and he did almost all he could to hold it in. "I know just the place. May want to transfigure your cloak into a jacket though. The muggles might look at you weird." Vincent cleared his throat. "It's going to be a surprise though. Once we get to the surface I'll need to grab my arm and hold on tight."

Vincent didn't actually know how to apparate, but he knew how to meld with the shadows to a very experienced degree, and in his opinion it was faster and undetectable. "So, how was work Wes? Aside from me barging into your office like I owned the place?" It was just a casual question, but Vince added so much uninteded flair to his words. The guy knew how to have a good time and hopefully he could break Wes out of his own little world of odd silence.

Walking through the sea of ministry works Vincent kept his head held high nodded here and there as the unlikely pair were acknowledged. Even though it appeared to be very unlikely that the two of them would ever be caught dead together, Vincent had always been one of the most welcoming people this would could have possibly seen. Coming to the visitors entrance Vincent looked up and held the door open of Wes. "Alright. Just... grab on." Vincent held his arm out, still standing in the shadow of th large building, his fingers wrapped around Wes' forarm and he did the vampiric version of apparation.

Neon lights filled his lovely purple eyes. 'Girls, Girls, Girls' flashed atop the boarded up windows and he smiled. "Don't be put off by the neon and the darkness, trust me they have really good grub, this is a Gentleman's club, not a strip club, huge difference." The smell was quite arousing, but the booze and eats were top of the line and there was a cover-charge just to enter the building. That's when you knew you hit the jackpot of all night clubs.

Vincent was no stranger to this particular Gentlemen's club and in fact he did a lot of the screening and made certain that everything here was as clean as possible. Even though the outside looked dingy it said nothing about the inside. "Oh don't worry Wes, you're not going to catch anything. I had chlamydia for a couple of days, but that girl is no longer working here." Waving his hand for Wes to follow him in, Vincent smiled at the door keeper and he allowed the pair to pass through the gate into a beautiful heaven.

"Thank you Norman, I'll be sure that your work here is recognized." The bouncer nodded politely, he was a large man and very intelligent the man could have gone anywhere, but right now he wanted to work at the Gentlemen's Lounge. Vincent couldn't blame him, the pay here was very generous, but there were dangers involved. "Oh trust me the drinks here will knock you on your ass." Passing through a silk curtain, Vincent held his and out to the room that was draped with different types of linens of purple and silver, the women were dressed in scant clothing, but there was not one naked woman walking the main floor. There was a stage set up in the center with a barred fence blocking any unwanted visitors from touching the woman or women who would be upon it.

Checking his watch, Vincent moved to the bar and pulled off his jacket, letting it drape over the back of the stool. "See this isn't so bad." A girl named Kandie came up to the odd couple and leaned over. Her chest nearly spilling out of it's holster. Rubbing his nose Vincent only smiled and ordered a bottle of wine. Yes, it was an odd thing to order, but this was a lounge he visited often and put a lot of money into so it was only obvious that they would carry the Mortelle stock. "So what would you like Wes? Rum and Coke, Gin and Tonic, Long Island Iced Tea, that will knock your socks off." Vincent listed a few more muggle drinks for him to choose from and explained what went into them.

"I seem to prefer a muggle liquor compared to our own, but sometimes I could kill for a fire whiskey." No, Vincent wasn't quiet about anything, he spoke as though it were just any normal club, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket he offered on to Wes. May as well treat the man right for dragging him into a place like this. "Oh Kandie, doll, could you tack on my usual, medium rare please darling and could you get a menu for my amazing friend Wes here, he's new to this place and I want to make sure he's treated right." Her red hair bobbed with a nod as she slipped the very clean and pristine menu onto the counter and wrote down Vincent's order of filet mignon. It was an odd place to have a steak, but like what was mentioned before this was a Gentlemen's Club, not some sleazy run down hole in the wall. "Get anything you want my dear friend, it's all on me."

It didn't take long for Vincent to notice how out of place Wesley leer felt in his presence. That would have to change and Vincent thought that he knew exactly what to do with the Wizengamot Judge before him. Pushing the bushy hair out of his eyes he smiled. This was going to be an eye opener for the both of them whether Wed liked it or not. Eyes were darting all over the room as if someone was going to jump out and rob them of their not so virginity. Actually Vincent was uncertain that Wes was or wasn't a virgin. It wouldn't surprise him as his cousin didn't bed a woman until he was in his late one-hundreds, nearly to his twos.

"You're right they do, they make wonderful gin and it's got a very strong aroma to it. One of my favorites." Lifting the wine glass to his lips the red liquid filled his palate and Vince relaxed further into the bar stool with a very easy smile upon his lips. "Oh heaven's no, her real name is Karalynn, but she decided to keep her identity safe while working here to not draw any unwanted, er, attention her way. There are a few people that know who she is, but like me we all call her Kandie."

Unfortunately Vincent had frequented this place more than he should have, but he was never here for the women instead he was here for the steak. True thing that women were walking around in very little clothing and they were right there for the taking if he so wanted to, but Vincent didn't need the drama involved with their lives. "Actually Kandie is working toward a bachelors degree on scholarship for Psychology. I've been helping her with homework here and there while I come in and check up on the place." Not a single lie came his lips as he looked over at Wes.

"You sure that you don't want anything to eat? They have extremely amazing steak here, or there is a garlic chicken recipe that is to die for." Opening the menu he looked over the contents pointing out his favorites as his stomach rolled as he waited for his meat to come. "They don't jip you on quality either, wouldn't have it any other way and the money pumped into this place is amazing and they wouldn't dare short change you, in food or entertainment. Sure there are rooms in the back for the more adventurous, but the women are not required to, how may I put it, please you. There are a few that love it, but then you have your classic dancers and waitresses. Of course there are male waiters as well, but it depends on the crowd involved. Like Norman at the door, he gets paid a decent amount just for keeping out the unwanteds and perverts. We like to keep our women and men safe from harm. I suppose it's all a different point of perspective."

Not entirely sure where his words were taking him, Vincent let his foot hit the bar by his feet and crossed his leg at ankle and knee. "Anyway, how was work? Aside from me barging in and bringing in that filth? I could tell you were uncomfortable and I wanted it to be over quicker than it needed to be, but I knew that I could trust you with a ruling." Taking in a puff from his cigarette Vincent let the ash fall gracefully into the ashtray as he exhaled the smoke.

Vincent had come to the conclusion that Wesley Leer was an interesting guy. Clearly not adapted to the Muggle way of life, but that was to be expected. Not that it mattered in the slightest as Vince didn't care. He was here to have a good time, relax, loosen up and just chill. Wes was an added bonus. It was just the fact that he didn't have to come to the lounge alone and sit here while talking with all the workers. Sure that was a fun time spent, but actually having a friend from the Ministry could prove useful in more than one way.

Swirling his glass of wine around in his palm. The crazy haired man looked over at Wes, almost forgetting entirely that he was a wizard, with a smile Vince leaned forward propping his cigarette gingerly between his lips. Setting the glass of wine down a nod erupted from the man for only a moment. "I forgot, most wizards aren't too familiar with muggle education. Um... to get a bachelor's degree in the muggle world means that you've completed four years of post 'hogwarts' schooling. Like, how aurors have to go through more training before actually getting a position with the ministry. It's a certificate of higher education."

Taking a drag from his cigarette V looked over the crowd that was slowly slipping in. Most of the men wore suits and ties, but they didn't look at Vincent and his mate twice. After all it was nearing the four o'clock hour and that was when most major business' closed shop for the day. These weren't your average blue collar workers, no most of them were men of higher standing, CEOs and the like, very important men. "Yes, Psychology. She wishes to become a psychologist and listen to other's problems and help them through it. Muggles need a little more care than witches or wizards like ourselves. She plans on helping people through substance addiction and abuse counseling."

With that Vincent pulled in the last bit of his cancer stick, stubbed it out and polished off his glass of wine. "A scholarship is like, well, it is like an award for outstanding performance in some cases, needs in others. So in lighter terms someone saw promise in her and offered to pay for all of her higher education needs." Shrugging a little he smiled at the lovely lady as she came back with another drink for Wes and another entire bottle of wine for the one and only.

"Thanks doll." Vincent rocked back and forth on his stool as he grinned. When he was here in the folds of purple and silver he could be anything he wanted to be, he could be himself and just love everyone and everything with two legs. "Yes, she's my favorite as her and I go way back. She started here when she was eighteen, poor little thing." Lips curling at the edges Vincent could only look on at the lovely girl. "So, I don't mean to pry or anything, but what led you to become a member of the Wizengamot? Sure, there are some exciting days, but it seems like it's a rather lonely job. Being cooped up in an office all day."