Who: Rabastan and Nineveh What: a night out. When: Wednesday, 8 o'clock onwards. Where: Nin's place, then a club. Warnings: probably low.
For the very first time in his life, Rabastan would be spending the evening dancing with an attractive woman and not planning to get any of her clothes off. Not that he would have been opposed to a shag, if he was wrong and Nineveh wasn't much fun at all outside of the bedroom (or the loo, nearest available sturdy surface, and so on; he wasn't picky about location). But really, could he go wrong with a woman who owned a monkey and liked playing poker? Not to mention that she could obviously handle herself with a wand, considering who she worked for.
No one had actually spoken to him about Nineveh, and yet, she came highly recommended, in Rabastan's book. What he wanted most right now was a friend, one that he hadn't shagged, and a whole lot of uncomplicated fun. Currently, she seemed to have the most potential for that sort of thing.
He laughed to himself, wondering what she would think if he made no move on her tonight, after coming on so strong in their first meeting. Amusement he could handle, but hopefully she wouldn't be disappointed. Or worse, too pleased about it.
One last glance in the mirror, and he was sure he was ready; his suit pressed to perfection, his red tie bright against its muted colors, and every hair in place. Tossing a bit of Floo powder onto his fire, he stepped in and said clearly, "Belladonna Bungalow."