Characters: Titus Scabior & Rodolphous Lestrange Setting: Late Monday evening at Shalott Summary: Clandestine meeting to discuss shenanigans, perhaps. Rating/Warning: TBD
Passing through the club's crowd, Scabior followed whatever pathway was open, meandering his way across the room toward the bar. He was in no urgent rush and leaned against the smooth wooden bar, filling a small gap between hovering patrons as he waited for the bartender. Ordering a double of scotch when it was his turn, Trev pulled out a silver case from his coat pocket and started rolling a cigarette as he looked around at the booths ringing the main floor.
"Cheers," he said, hearing the glass being set beside him. The back corner was the most secluded and he decided if Lestrange was anywhere he was waiting back there. Tossing a coin on the counter, Trev took his glass and headed away from the crowd, straight for the booths. He slide into one occupied by what appeared to be more like a living cloak than a human, taking it for granted it would be the other man, fuelled by the assumption that anyone trying for that much seclusion had to be up to something.
"Not a bad place," he said, lighting up the cigarette when he was settled in the booth.