Regulation and Control

( Owl to Christopher Warrington )

( Owl to Sebastian Capper )

Who: Draco Malfoy, NPC Stephen Tholberg and Dudley Dursley
Where: Tunnel, a gay club in the Soho district
When: 2nd April, around eleven
What: Draco is cruising his favourite gay club with a friend and is hit on by an unexpected (and unsuspecting) colleague who thinks he's a woman. Crack is our favourite flavour today.
Rating: PG-13/R for language and awkwardness
Status: Closed; complete

Time was crawling as slowly as the patrons tonight and Draco looked around the dark club, squinting against the low lights and grunting softly into his drink. "Nothing," he muttered, feeling the fuzzy bubbles of the lemonade in his long vodka tickle against his lips and the very tip of his nose as he took a sip of the - admittedly quite offensive - drink. "Absolutely nothing will get me to agree to come here on a Wednesday night ever again."

Stephen squinted, throwing a thin arm up into the air. "Oh, come on, it's student night. The young and pretty ones come out to play." The shorter man leaned over the bar behind Draco and ordered himself another drink, making sure that he bent over the stool so that anyone walking past would notice. Draco rolled his eyes for what felt the hundredth time that night.

"Tholberg, half of these people are women on hen nights and ugly old leather queens." He wrinkled his nose as one of the latter turned his attention toward him, eyes skirting over the length of his legs. This was the last time he'd ever wear skinny black jeans on a night out. He felt like a beanpole. "All of the young and pretties are at that stupid School Disco night at the Astoria." Setting his drink down for a moment, he adjusted his t-shirt and crossed his arms over his thin-chest, blowing a strand of sticky hair from his eyes and wondering when the music would start to get a bit better.