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dh_marcus (dh_marcus) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-03-03 21:36:00

Entry tags:

complete, harry potter, march 2008, marcus flint

RP: This World Keeps Getting Smaller and Smaller
Date and Time: March 3, 2008 - early afternoon
Characters: Marcus Flint, Harry Potter
Location: Somewhere in Greater London, UK
Private/Public: Public
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, sexual innuendo
Summary: Marcus is out and about in London and runs into someone unexpectedly
Completion: Complete

When a person runs a large business, such as a club - such as Marcus did in running The Bacchanalia there was one rule of thumb he or she always had to remember:

Shite always happens.

It didn't mean Marcus enjoyed remembering it, particularly when it seemed to be happening more often than he cared to acknowledge. Particularly since his bar supplier had always been reliable for the years he had known it.

But the last two orders that Marcus had delivered at the club were undeniably and completely fucked up. Instead of straight spirits, he was delivered mixers. Instead of the one brand of expensive, imported ale he brought in from Ireland he was delivered a piss-coloured watery beer that he wouldn't serve to a dog. Plus, he was charged the price of the ale he should have received.

After several phone calls to Twilliger's, speaking with a rather new and incompetent warehouse manager Marcus had finally decided to take matters into his own hands. If the owner wasn't there when he arrived, Marcus would take his business elsewhere.

Though he loathed to do so. It wasn't Larry's fault that his warehouse manager was a cock-up. Still, Marcus had to do something.

Stepping off the tube in London, Marcus shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and pulled out his silver cigarette case. He lit a fag quickly behind his cupped hand, though he didn't use a match. Magic was a wonderful thing when it came to wordless firespells.

Inhaling deeply, Marcus turned his head to the exit that would lead him above ground and caught the image of a shorter, younger man heading his way from the opposite direction. He exhaled and narrowed his eyes - the man looking familiar. Then, catching the green eyes that were behind large spectacles and a faded lightning scare, Marcus knew why.

Potter.

As if the world wasn't small enough.

Marcus strolled towards the same direction until he was behind Harry, the both of then ascending the concrete stairs and the light of the sky glowing with promise above.

"I thought you never left the comfort of old men and goats, Potter," Marcus drawled, speaking behind Harry. He looked and had to admit - Potter had a fine arse even if the man was still a bit scrawny.

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dh__harry
2008-03-04 02:59 am UTC (link)

Harry was bored with the current alcohol stock at the Hog's Head. Since Aberforth had been dealing only with the Wizarding folk who had been supplying their firewhiskey and butterbeer for many years(and Harry didn't trust the somewhat senile man with Muggles), he decided to put his knowledge of the Muggle world to use. It was time to get out, anyway. He'd not seen more than the inside of his pub for longer than he'd have liked to admit and while it was still cold out, the freezing chill of winter was finally starting to thaw out(if only just).

Harry took the underground to London; he'd heard from a customer that there was a Muggle supplier there, one that had a wide array of alcohol at decent prices. Everything from whiskey and gin to rum, tequila and ales from all over the world.

Harry had just exited the tube and was trotting up the stairs that led back up into the cloudy daylight above when a voice called out to him from just behind. His right hand immediately went to the wand in the holder hidden under his jumper along his left forearm, but he didn't pull it out. Instead he looked behind him, giving the young man a calculating look. Of course. Marcus Flint.

"Present company considered, can one blame me for preferring old men and goats?" He shot back in clipped tones, slowing down his step just enough so that he would be climbing the stairs in cadence with the previous Quidditch captain.

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dh_marcus
2008-03-05 04:08 pm UTC (link)

Marcus didn't miss Harry's movement towards where, no doubt, his wand was hidden. Though he enjoyed taunting the young man, he wasn't stupid. The last thing he desired was to begin a duel because of some miscalculated action on his part.

"Oh I don't know. I've never been accused of being as foul smelling as goats - or old men for that matter," Marcus jibed, lifting his hand to his mouth so he could take a drag off the cigarillo.

"And what brings the Boy Who Saved the World and his fine arse out into the muggle streets? Tired of all the admirers flaunting themselves at you?" The smoke in his lungs was exhaled as he spoke, some of it pushing through his nostrils in a quick huff.