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*Ordinarily it’s considered gauche for a young witch to throw her own birthday party, but Fiona has never paid much attention to what is and isn’t gauche. Like the woman herself, her salon is off the beaten path, in a condemned old warehouse between a freight company and an auto body, deep in what come would consider the savage wilds of Camberwell. But there’ll be no cut-and-color tonight: a special knock and a secret password and you’re whisked inside, past atrocious Pop-Art scrawled on the walls, past empty technicolored barber chairs and transparent fish-tank flooring, to what will be unilaterally declared the best wizarding party in the summer of 1981, if Fiona has anything to say about it.

But not the sort that end up in the Prophet, with an exclusively pureblood guest list and the ladies’ robes glowingly described--no, this is altogether different. There are slumming rich-kids and sweet young things elbow to elbow with starving artists and street-punks angling for free drinks; purebloods, half-bloods, Muggleborns, a vampire or two, obviously, and even the odd tripping Muggle, poor terrified things. In short, everyone who’s anyone is here, and quite a few more besides--and with good reason. There’s the deafening dance music and the packed floor, of course, but there’s also other glittering rooms for privacy, or relaxation, or odd entertainments, or the practicing of various vices. The goal, as she’s declaring to anyone who will listen, is to leave the world--and all that that entails--well outside.

And everywhere, of course, like hors-d’oevres laid out by a thoughtful hostess, are the usual suspects: bowls of brightly-colored Muggle uppers and downers and Every Flavor Beans laced with god-knows-what, rows of illicit potions in delicate single-serving bottles, decidedly non-organic joints and innocent-looking desserts and spiked punch and a bit of cocaine here and there, even though things have been sparse on that front in London for the past few weeks. She has been thorough in that regard, but naturally many have brought enough to spare, or share, or sell. She’s made her way through enough of it but she’s looking for something a little different, a little new. And that’s what led her here, to this dim and smoky room with only low couches and packed card tables and a jazz trio from Japan dutifully tootling away in the corner. She’s almost enthroned on the velvet couch, and leans over to blow a long plume of lavender-tinged cigarette smoke into a familiar face.*

Don't fuck with me, Alecto, what are the purple ones? I've never seen purple.

Date: 2011-08-03 08:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carrowing.livejournal.com
Why don't you try one and find out?

*Alecto starts a giggle that ends in a snort. She's already sampled some of her wares and her heel is hammering away at the floor much, much faster than the beat of the music.*

'S the pink ones bred with the blue. It's an interesting ride, for sure. Not quite like the two put together, though. You ever done pink on top of blue before?

Date: 2011-08-03 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carrowing.livejournal.com
*Alecto wiggles her fingers.*

Trade secret. If I tell you then you won't need to buy from me anymore.

Date: 2011-08-03 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carrowing.livejournal.com
*Alecto demonstrates with her hand, rocketing it up into the air like a rollercoaster, then wiggling her fingers, and then miming an explosion.*

Boom.

Boom, good, I mean.

Date: 2011-08-03 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com
*Rose, firmly under the heading of 'rich kid slumming it,' sits nearby in a cameo backed occasional chair, looking at once resplendent and out of place. Her own aesthetic being much more deco than neon, she's at odds with the colors, the garishness of the place, but Fiona's probably the closest thing she has to an actual friend, and besides. She didn't come for the color scheme.

Beneath the flawless makeup and pin curls and dress that would make any femme fatale weep with envy, though, all isn't well. She's having to make an effort to sit still, and the hand holding her cigarette is trembling. The other is closed around the chair arm to keep it from shaking, too. (And to keep from scratching herself - she can't stop itching, and a spot on her arm is just about raw from trying to alleviate it.) She ran out of coke last night, and had a photo shoot all day; this has been her first chance to get at anything in at least 18 hours, and the crash is taking its toll. When Fiona takes out that little coin-purse, Rose has to stop herself from sitting up straighter. She knows Alecto, knows better than to take so much as bubble gum from her (she's an addict but she's not stupid), but the coke is in the other room, and this, well. It's right in front of her. She bites her lip, hesitating, though she knows this is a battle she's already lost.*

Uhm.

Date: 2011-08-03 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com
Uhm. Yeah, I had a shoot - I'm sorry, just - how does this shape up against coke?

*She can't fucking focus, and there's a headache starting in behind her eyes that's like a goddamn ice pick. She's probably being rude, she knows, but she can't help it. If this isn't going to do any good she's just going to have to go track down something that will, before she crawls out of her skin.*

Date: 2011-08-04 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carrowing.livejournal.com
*Alecto knows the coke bugs when she sees it, and her grin is wide and open, too innocent for the rotting tooth or two that shows in the corner of it.*

Depends. If you're looking for a fix it won't do you, but if you're looking for a distraction, it'll distract you all right.

Date: 2011-08-04 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com
*That gets translated as that it'll distract her until she can get a fix, and she knows, rationally, that this is a very bad idea, a really bad one, but reason is right out of the picture. It has been for some time. Before she can totally process what's happening she's taking the pipe from Fiona and nodding, sitting up straighter.*

Okay. Fine. Yeah.

Date: 2011-08-04 12:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carrowing.livejournal.com
*The little twist-tied baggie comes out of Alecto's pocket, full of furious, wriggling purple fairies. They seem rather different than the other colored fairies; they're smaller, stunted by some trick of inbreeding, and their tiny faces are twisted, lumpy, misshapen, and generally contorted with anger. Alecto untwists the baggie, deftly fishing out three and holding them carefully but firmly by their heads between her fingers--she's a practiced hand at this--and twists the bag shut again with the other hand. She offers the furious, wiggling creatures up to Rose and Fiona.*

Careful. These ones are meaner than the regular type.

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Date: 2011-08-04 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rathercareless.livejournal.com
*In another back room, a game of poker is well underway. Not all Fiona's guests are underworld types: a few - or one or two in particular - technically have the legal authority to shut the whole thing down, if they so chose. God knows it'd be well within rights, there's enough illegal things going on to shame half the detainees in the DMLE, but Fabian, just then, is decidedly off duty.

The last couple of weeks, frankly, have been shit. He's not even sure he'll have a job for much longer, after yesterday; both he and Gideon - and half the Order to boot - refused to register their wands, and he hasn't heard definite word one way or the other if they've been sacked or what. But that's not even the worst of it. The worst is that this is happening at all, that things have spun so badly out of control that Couch has the legal authority to turn Britain into a goddamned dystopian novel come to life, and it's enough to make Fabian's stomach turn.

Or, alternately, to send him out in the middle of the night, in places he knows he shouldn't be, gambling away a month's worth of galleons in a back-room poker game. He's been drinking but he hasn't touched the drugs, and he's willfully ignoring everything but his cards. He's playing a person he rather suspects is a vampire, a witch who can't be more than nineteen, and a man who looks as though he's been dragged several times through the Thames at low-tide. And smells like it.

And, to top it all off, his hand is shit. He's got the two of diamonds and the seven of spades, and the flop is just as bad. He's going, he realizes, to lose the whole damned paycheck.*

Date: 2011-08-04 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*The whole table has been playing well enough, but Sirius is fairly certain the young witch actually has something that might almost look like a hand, if you squint hard enough. She's been watching Sirius for tells, as Sirius is lurking behind and smoking up his own personal fog. But Sirius didn't get away with as much shennanigans as he has by being a bad liar. He glances at Fabian's shitty hand over his drink and gives his eyebrows a little quirk--an impressed one. Glancing at her, she looks away, the confident set of her jaw fading slightly. She looks at Fabian, and then at Sirius, and then puts her hand down.

"I fold."*

Date: 2011-08-16 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rathercareless.livejournal.com
*He could kiss Sirius, if it wouldn't give up the jig so totally. Keeping a studiously serious expression when really he just feels like laying a wet one right on Black, and maybe punching the air a bit, Fabian nudges two more chips into the pot. He's pushing his luck and he knows it, but fortune never favored anyone who folded in poker.*

Raise.

Date: 2011-08-18 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] looneyloopy.livejournal.com
*Almost fifteen minutes after he'd left, Remus returns to the table with the beer he'd gone to get. In the interim he has become the unwilling leader of an unlikely train of people: Rose has her fingers hooked into his belt, and is in turn leading Fiona by the hand. Both, he has realized in the short trip from their little jazz room to here, are extraordinarily high. It's bad form to interrupt a poker game, he knows, but he feels it only decent to give Sirius fair warning, and touches his shoulder lightly as he walks up behind his chair.*

Ah. Sirius. Some friends were asking after you.

Date: 2011-08-18 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
*Sirius looks up with a ready smile, and it barely even falters when he sees that it's no less than three people whom he's slept with, two of which--unless he's mistaken--appear to be rather high. He still isn't in the game, so he rises to his feet to clap Remus on the back--if nothing more than to give him a little bit of relief from the two girls.*

Ah. Now I see what took you. Happy birthday, Fiona. Rose.

Date: 2011-08-18 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gin-and-smoke.livejournal.com
Hello, lover.

*She practically purrs the words, letting go of Remus's trousers (and untucking his button-down in the process) only to hook her fingers into Sirius's waistband in turn, not really waiting until Fiona's let go of him. She half-circles him, tipping forward on one shoe to inspect his arse. Her grin is somewhere between higher-than-a-kite, prowling, and just genuinely happy to see him.*

Are these those jeans that make your arse look - they are, I love these jeans. Look at that arse, I mean. Ugh, where's my camera.

Date: 2011-08-18 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleasaremurder.livejournal.com
Who? --Oh, Fabian. Fabian, come on now, uh . . .

*He tries to follow Rose all the way around his shoulder, hands in the air. He was going to give her a hug and a peck on the cheek. Okay. Rose is very high then. And Remus could probably light her on fire.*

Uh, Fabian, you've just about won that hand, come meet the birthday girl?

Date: 2011-08-18 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rathercareless.livejournal.com
Just abooooout - doesn't -

*He's weighing out his options, scooting chips around in front of him and he's just decided to go all-in when suddenly there is a woman in his lap. A very very beautiful, very colorful woman who smells of fairy smoke and expensive perfume, and suddenly has Fabian's absolute, undivided attention.*

...Is it, then.

*He's still holding his cards but his eyes are fixed on her.*

A lady should absolutely have whatever she wants on her birthday.

Date: 2011-08-18 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rathercareless.livejournal.com
*Craning his neck and sticking out a leg, Fabian looks down at his shoe. It's just a boot, it's the boots he always wears, and he distinctly tries to not dress like a cop. In his head that would entail raiding Alastor's wardrobe, which - while probably good for a laugh - would likely get him hexed six ways to Sunday.

On the one hand, these are his favorite boots. On the other, beautiful woman in his lap. Right. No contest.*

Auror. Actually. A very off-duty Auror.

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