Who: Rabastan and Serafina What: drinking! When: Monday evening [backdated] Where: Sera's house --> a fine wizarding establishment Warnings: TBA Status: Threaded; incomplete
Still riding the high from having boldly presented himself for the Dark Lord's judgment, Rabastan was in the mood for a night out. Nothing to do with his grand plans for the future, just an evening of fun. Of course, what he called 'an evening of fun' still involved a bit of a challenge, at least a little bit of risk, in the form of possible violence or debauchery. Of course he would have preferred debauchery tonight, but he enjoyed the risk of the former, as well.
There were many ways to have an evening like that. His parties were like that, but that took planning and effort, even if he delegated most of the tasks. However, there was one person in whose company, that atmosphere was practically guaranteed. And Rabastan had been eying her for a while, waiting for his moment to strike.
He was dressed nicely, of course, though not any more than usual; he had no extra need to dress to impress when that was how he dressed normally. He stepped out of the Floo at the Zabini's residence and looked around, absentmindedly adjusting the cufflinks on one sleeve. He was here precisely when he had told her he would be, but it was entirely possible she'd make him wait. Never mind, he had a couple of cigars in his pocket; he could invite her father to join him for a smoke if it looked like she was going to be a while.