RP: What does a boy have to do... Who: Chris Creevey, Marcus Flint Where: Eros When: Night, August 25th, 2024 Rating/Warnings: TBD Summary: Chris is ansty and decides to try his first club, solo Status: Complete
What was he looking at? Well, Chis knew obviously, it was him and the bouncer, doorman? Whatever he was, this onlooker? Chris couldn't tell if he was irritated or amused, or just bored and finding entertainment where he could get it. Whoever he was he had an intriguing face, and was fit as well. Even from a subjective viewpoint, the man was attractive in an unconventional way.
"We've been through all of that. I'm 18, my birthday was just a little over a week a week ago. I was born in 2006. Would you like to Firecall my parents?"
Honestly, he wondered, wouldn't it be easier just to have an Age Line? Those were hard to get past from what he understood. Actually, the whole situation amused him. He should have thought that he might have trouble. This wasn't Hogsmeade or home where they'd watched him grow up for all intents and purposes. So how were they to know he wasn't underage, but then if he was would he be here?
All he'd wanted was to try something new, get out of his flat however nice it was. Go someplace by himself and people watch for a bit. With a laugh in his voice, he asked, "Now honestly, if I was underage wouldn't I be at Hogwarts? That's kinda hard to sneak out of I would think." Not that Chris had ever tried.
No go, obviously.
Smiling at the wizard who'd been watching he shrugged. "Okay, he wins." He knew when to pick his battles and this one wasn't worth causing a scene about. "Have to wait till I'm 40 and look 20 I guess."