Who: Marcus Flint and George Weasley When: July 16th, night Where: Never Never Land Rating: Adult Summary: Falcons are celebrating their win.
The Falcons had won their match, which meant the whole team was out celebrating. It was tradition and Marcus wasn't one to mess with tradition, despite what his family thought. Besides, his teammates were the only people he considered friends and when he went out with them, he actually relaxed. They'd started at The Snitch, the obvious choice seeing as it was full of Quidditch players and the drinks were free. Then they'd let Jacques choose the next venue and they'd ended up here. Never Never Land, a club down on the docklands.
When he stepped through the door he headed straight to the bar before stepping out onto the dance floor. He was wearing one of his slightly more eye-catching outfits, (or so he was told). Black boot cut jeans and a white shirt that glowed under uv lights. He could move, he knew that, so when he was joined by someone he wasn't surprised. Hands gripped his waist and he turned to face whoever the other person was. Turned out to be a very fit looking blonde. He didn't usually go for blondes but at the beginning of an evening, he didn't really care.