RP: Don't want nothing, but a good time
Date: 1 March 1999 Characters: Miles Bletchley, Daphne Greengrass Location: gay bar in London Private/Public: Private Rating: possibly adult Warnings: Summary: Miles just wants to meet a nice boy... settle down... have a bit of sex. But what he doesn't realise is that he's unintentionally picked up a stalker.
Miles found the Muggle attire all too restrictive. He preferred the comfort of robes, but he doubted they'd get him in the door of the club.
There was a club, just off Covent Garden, that he'd been visiting far too often. The clientele were mostly Muggle, but he'd struck a few wizards there as well. But in the end, an arse was an arse, and a cute Muggle one really wasn't that different to a wizard's.
But it was far easier to obliviate a Muggle after a few drinks and a bit of hot sex. It was also far easier to explain away his proclivities when they weren't people who might have known him, or his friends. He'd spent a long time cultivating his 'womanising' persona. The last thing he ever wanted was for anyone to find out it was all just a big front.
He turned the collar up on his coat as he turned the corner, and saw the queue to enter the club. A smirk crossed his face. Of course it would be busy on a Saturday night, and he strolled casually to the doorman. Stubbing out his cigarette to hide the little bit of wandwork from his pocket, he pointed out his name on the VIP guestlist. A moment later he was standing in the entrance, surveying the 'menu'. It seemed every beautiful young gay boy in London was there, and he knew he was in heaven as he made his way to the bar.
It was definitely going to be a long and fruitful evening.