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Roger Andrew Davies (ex_rdavies749) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-09-24 23:13:00

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roger davies, seth moon

Who: Roger Davies and Seth Moon
Where: Aquabar VIP Booth
When: Evening
What: Seth ropes Roger into some risky business.

"Name?"

"Roger Davies."

Refusing to make eye contact with Roger, the bouncer lifted up the velvet rope and allowed Roger to pass while a few witches at the front of the line followed him with their eyes longingly. The exclusivity of the lounge was certainly reflected in the atmosphere-- no loud witches or wizards here. Just really... intoxicated ones silently going on each other in corners while bartenders wrapped stems of martini glasses with unicorn braids.

Heading to the back where the private VIP booths were, Roger got a hostess to direct him to Seth Moon's booth. Parting the sound proof curtain, I wonder what people really use sound proofing for here, Roger found Seth Moon lounging quite contentedly in his little luxurious hovel.

"Can I get you something?" the hostess flashed a pretty smile.

"Uh... water with a lime."

"..."

Roger ignored her and sat down across from Seth.

"So?"

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moonshine_
2008-09-24 11:16 pm UTC (link)

The Aquabar was renowned for its "whatever-you-want-we-can-get-it" policy, and Seth truly appreciated that because what was the point of having all that money sitting in your bank account, never further away than a signature, if you can't spend it on unnecessary luxuries like basilisk eggs and cakes with gold trimmings? Stretched out lazily on the velvet seating, surrounded by satin pillows and a drink glass not far from reach, Seth barely acknowledged Roger as he was led in by the hostess. The actor was reading magazine with his face on the front, where he had added a handlebar mustache and a unibrow for kicks. Oddly enough, Seth was reading about his own (potential) divorce. Potential because nobody, including Seth and his wife, had actually given the confirmation for it yet, just to keep the media on their toes.

"Well, hello to you too, Davies," Seth closed the magazine and threw it on the table, and took a sip from his glass, the little diamonds clinking his glass, "How have you been? Keeping in good health and working out and everything?"

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ex_rdavies749
2008-09-24 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Wanting this to be a brief meeting, Roger rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to fidget.

"What would I get out of this?" he ignored Seth's question. "I mean, a race with no official sponsors doesn't sound that enticing." Pause. "Unless, like, you got a mountain of something for it. Shrimp, maybe. Tiger shrimp." Shaking his head, he received the water from the hostess who re-entered their booth.

"Aren't you afraid of choking on those rocks?"

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moonshine_
2008-09-25 08:41 pm UTC (link)

"Afraid?" Seth peered at the diamonds, clinking on the bottom of the glass, "No. Just aware that I might."

Sensing the other's discomfort, Seth pulled himself up to a more upright position and placed the glass down on the glass table, just above the disfigured face of Seth Moon on the cover of the magazine. It was no use to Seth for Davies to be nervous, what he needed was something that resembled trust from the former Quidditch player, just long enough for Seth to get him to agree. "Are you hungry? I'm a little hungry," Seth continued before the other could answer, "Excuse me, be a dear and bring us the Atlantic Queen? Extra shrimp." He finished with a wink.

"What you get, that is, if you do well, is attention," Seth smiled, showing off fangs, "It's only the Sand Series, a small race, but the big guys will be watching because this is how they discover new talents. FDX will definitely be there, because that is who you're going to be racing against- an FDX hopeful. Can't remember the guy's name right off the bat," Seth paused, "But hey, why don't you make that your name?"

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ex_rdavies749
2008-09-25 09:19 pm UTC (link)

(OOC: Seth should mention that there's a lot of hairpin turns in the race course-- so that Roger can actually drift. His problem with the races so far is that there is no real excuse to drift his broom and has only been able to race normally. Plus then it makes sense that Roger wins because other racers wouldn't be as familiar with how to navigate such tight turns.)

Taking a sip of his water, the condensation on the outside of the glass pooling around his finger tips, Roger watched Seth's wolfish face with a mild expression.

"Why do you want me in this race? I'm 6th in the league, and I'm not even sure what I rank overall. Unless you have some sort of crush on me and just want to make me your pet, this doesn't make sense." Roger slouched boyishly in his seat and looked up at Seth with a pointed expression, expecting a fast answer.

In truth, the race was mildly interesting to Roger, but the Sand Series always turned in the smallest amount of viewers and he had never heard of a racer getting a good deal out of it.

"Make what my name?" he asked, watching as the waitress came in with the food. He didn't make a grab for it and raised an eyebrow at Seth. "For such a wealthy hang out, this place is kind of depressing," he added, eying the dark velvets hanging everywhere.

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moonshine_
2008-09-25 09:47 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, but this is not your average Sand Series," Seth smile grew larger, and anybody could swear that little horns were sprouting from his forehead, "They're taking it off the surface and into the underground, stone maze of Egypt. There are going to be turns, and they are going to be sharp."

He picked up a shrimp and popped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed before continuing, "Despite what everybody's saying, drifting is going to be the next big thing." Pausing slightly to pick up his drink, Seth turned a steady gaze toward Roger, "I'm not saying that it's going to be mainstream- because it probably never will- but it's a niche, and the sponsors have already found it to be quite... profitable." Seth shrugged. It was true, there are just enough people in this market, the audience who wanted to watched broom racing with a twist, to make this a worthwhile venture for the big sponsors. "And this is going to be the first all-drifting, speeding race. This is your chance to showcase."

Sitting back languidly, Seth took a sip of his drink, "I don't necessarily want you in this race. I want somebody who can win." His intention was not to impress Roger. In fact, he did not want Roger's loyalty, or needed anything from the broom racer- except his desire to drift. Ignoring the other's remark about the Aquabar's choice of decor, Seth continued, "I've seen you race, Davies, and you're not half bad. I chose you because I happened to go to the same school as you, but truthfully, I can give this offer to anybody else. It's a win-win situation for me, the question is, what do you want?"

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ex_rdavies749
2008-09-25 09:59 pm UTC (link)

"And since this is unofficial, I'm sure they're taking great pains to make sure the tunnels don't collapse on us," Roger muttered. Ruffling his hair, he remembered why he didn't really befriend Slytherins during school. It wasn't because of their arrogance, which is why most people stayed away-- it was the total lack of reality they seemed to carry.

Roger had actually lost his last race trying to drift during a turn that didn't require it. His favorite moments were actually after the race, when the drifters parted from the regular races to have a burn out at some quidditch pitch.

"Who's in the race so far?" Roger ventured, his gaze hardening almost as if to try to read Seth, but then relaxing. He knew there wasn't much of a point. "And why are you so interested in this all of a sudden? I don't think it has to do with money." Roger Davies and Seth Moon. What an odd pair. If everything wasn't so dark in the Aquabar to the point that faces could barely be seen, rumors might have spread as to what sort of under the table deals were going on. "Cleansweeper not so clean," a possible headline.

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moonshine_
2008-09-25 10:23 pm UTC (link)

"The tunnels held up during years war that raged above it, it's not going to quake just because a couple of guys are flying around in it on brooms," Seth picked up a little diamond shard from his glass and held it up to the dim light, "Besides, the risk is where the added bonus is, gives the entire race a little more edge, don't you think?" Not that it mattered what any of these racers thought, they were small fries playing in a big league game; it's tough to start at the bottom.

Seth shrugged, making himself comfortable into the seat again, and propped his feet up on the table. His shoes probably cost more than some honest Samaritan's annual salary, and he personally loved the pyramid scheme. "What. You think have the roster memorized?" Seth snorted, listing off some names, mostly small time racers around Roger's own level, "But there is guy, Mercurius Edins, have you heard of him?"

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ex_rdavies749
2008-09-27 11:06 am UTC (link)

"The tunnels were also a lot newer back then," Roger watched as Seth examined the diamond shard in his glass. He wondered if you were allowed to keep them. "No, I'm not a lunatic," Roger replied instantly, to which his friends (if they had been present) would have snorted at. No, it wasn't insane at all to enjoy speeding a broom past its capability to deal with the friction of the air it cuts through till it begins to swerve. "I like the art of it, not the thrill."

As a former Ravenclaw, Roger did, indeed, think that Seth should have memorized the roster. But he said nothing. Out of all the two faced Slytherins he knew, Seth Moon was probably the trickiest one. Ones like Nott have have been cruelly reserved, and ones like Malfoy diabolically arrogant, but Seth was the slippery part of the Slytherin snake. So, a slight frown met Seth's easy, relaxed smile.

"He came to a burn out a few weeks ago," the wizard recalled. "Wanted to pick up a few drifting techniques. Doesn't make sense, he's just a racer. Why? And why do you need to beat him?"

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moonshine_
2008-09-29 03:42 pm UTC (link)

Oh, is that what the kids were calling it these days? Everything, apparently, was art. Clearly not interested in arguing with Roger about the architectural integrity of said underground mazes, Seth shrugged his shoulders lazily, "Fair enough," which translated into 'I don't give a fuck.' Because Seth did not come here to talk about old stones and poor excuses, he came here to make a business proposition, something he found that he was quite good at. Although he had to admit that convincing Davies- who was unwilling, looked like- was much harder than, say, convincing a producer to pay him more money for a certain role. The guy's mindset did not revolve around the economy of a life, and Seth was fine with that, he just had to play the game a different way.

"Let's just say that I don't like him, and that's all you need to know, really," Seth smiled, realizing that the other wizard was trying to psychoanalyze him, "Besides, think of it this way, you don't have to beat him. You just have to win the race- that's what you want to do, right?"

Sighing, Seth sat up again, placing the small diamond shard on the table, "Listen, I understand that you are hesitant about taking up my offer- and I must admit, it does pose some risks- but you have a good chance at this. These kids aren't necessarily specialized in drifting, for most of them, they will be coming off a long line of straight-liners. You can show them how it's done. And to the big names that there's no need for an expensive, latest broom to create- art, so to speak." There was a pause (for dramatic effect). "You really have nothing to lose, Davies."

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