Taking a risk.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire realized that he was exposing himself to a good deal of danger from both ends. One side from Isa finding out he was out at a night club of all places and two from deatheaters. It was day in and day out at hogwarts and frankly even after all the months, he needed a night of danger and thrills. He dressed to the nines and stalked out into the club. so far it had many random people, milling around and some music, he paused at the door to plan what he'd do next.

[Isabella Rothschild]

((Oh, you'd better hope I don't find out... ))

[Charles Mortensen]

Charles sat in the corner, drinking heavily. In the back of his mind, he wondered if maybe he was developing a drinking problem. Sadly, the moments when he was drunk were starting to be his better times. Being sober sucked. At least when he was drunk, he felt numb. He took a long drink from a bottle of scotch, and sat oblivious to the rest of the people around him.

[Madelyn Sykes]

Maddie stood at the bar whistling loudly to drown out the sound of the fish in the corner, which was trying to tell her something. She really needed to talk to the manager about getting rid of that thing. She began wiping down one of the glasses, as this seemed to be what bartenders did to make it look as though they were working. As she did this, she looked around. Lately things at the club had been a bit boring. No more vampire girls fighting over the same guy, no more battles between vampires and werewolves and young women... nothing much at all. The blonde guy was in the corner, drinking straight from a bottle of scotch. He'd become a bit of a regular. But hardly anyone else was there that night. Of course, she told herself, it was still early. She glanced toward the door and spotted a guy she'd never seen before. He was well-dressed, unlike many of the other guys in the place. In truth, he stood out like a sore thumb. She raised an eyebrow, then looked away. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so boring after all. Now if only the fish would stop talking...

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire spotted Blondie sitting drinking from a bottle, he at first, felt like he should leave. Seeing the bottle tip almost up made him think that he was far too drunk to really do anything. He walked toward the bar to a pleasant bartender and said to her. "Hello, darlin'. Would you mind serving me an Elvish Port?" he had really actually missed drinking and being out. "Is it always this dull? or am I early?" he asked smiling charmingly.

[Madelyn Sykes]

Maddie smiled at him. "Yeah, it's a bit early. It tends to pick up a little after midnight," she said. "So can I get you a drink?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"That you may." he said starting to feel a little more relaxed as she poured his drink. "Do you know much about Blondie over there?" he asked casually leaning against the bar.

[Madelyn Sykes]

She glanced over at Charles. "Yeah, he comes in almost every night. He used to talk to all the girls, but lately he just sits in the corner and drinks until I call the Knight Bus for him. Do you know him?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"I might...He has less punch than the last time I saw him...damn little upstart." he said taking a drink from his glass. "I'm debating weather or not should I go and tempt fate and bother him." he said taking another drink.

[Madelyn Sykes]

Maddie glanced at him again. "Well, he's been here about an hour now. I'd say he's good and truly sloshed. If ever there was a time to talk to him, now would probably be it. In another hour, he'll collapse on the table and I'll call the Knight Bus to take him to the Hog's Head."

Just then the fish began to talk again. "Send him home now," it said.

Maddie turned and glared at the fish. "Stupid weird powers..." she grumbled. Who was she supposed to send home? She didn't want to ask, because this guy would surely think she was nuts. "Um, so you're new here. What brings you out tonight?"

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire smiled "Boredom mostly, I think I might play the devil and wake the rat bastard up a bit. Would you mind giving me a bottle of Scotch?" he said laying money down for his drink and his bottle. "You tell me what you'd trust more, the Devil with a bottle of booze or one with a dagger?" he smiled, because he knew every well he had both.

[Madelyn Sykes]

Maddie shrugged. "OK, good luck," she said, and walked over to find out what the fish wanted her to do now.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire downed the rest of his wine, which he had grown fairly accustom too, since his courtship with Isa. He took up his bottle and glass and walked toward Blondie and said as he sat down, "You know, Your doing an excellent job at plaguing me... Really You should take it easy." he said pouring himself a drink.

[Charles Mortensen]

Charles looked up at him through bleary eyes. "You," he grunted. "What the bloody hell are you doing here instead of home with your wife? You know I ought to bloody kill you, you know." He waved his bottle in what he hoped woud be a threatening manner.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Believe me, You've not had to deal with Isa on a hormonal rampage about shortbread..." Voltaire said taking a drink of his glass. "You probably should kill me...But then My Isa would hate you for the rest of her life." he said smiling at him. "So Blondie...Is this what you do with your life? The dark lord must be out of the country again!" he laughed as he poured himself another.

[Charles Mortensen]

"If you're getting tired of her, I'll take her," Charles retorted. "I've seen her at her worst and I still love her, even though I'm just as worthless to her as a bug on the bloody sidewalk. Never know how you won her heart. And as for what I do, that's none of your bloody business, is it? Why don't you just sod off?" He took a long drink from the bottle, dribbling some down his chin.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"Did I say anything about being tired of her? I doubt you've seen her at her worst, You saw what she wanted you to see, and that isn't her worst. As for the Bug comment, I'd say you are, You're just jealous I Have her heart, and all you have is her distrust and maybe even pity." he said feeling mean as he drank his shot. He took the bottle off of Charles lips and said "I'm sorry, but I can't see good alcohol get abused like that, You spilled it everywhere." he said pouring himself another drink from his clean bottle.

[Charles Mortensen]

Charles just stared at him. "How did you do it, eh? How did you get her to love you? What is it about you that she fell for? Cause, frankly, I don't see it."

[Voltaire Rothschild]

"You really want to hear it? I started dancing with her in a nearly empty bar, transfiguring a tankard into a violin that played for us and I spun her around the room. That's what I did!" he said smiling at the memory. "her face...once I started spinning her around was priceless! it was shock and pleasure and anything else in between." he said taking a drink from his glass. "what was your method? acting cocksure and snide?"

[Charles Mortensen]

Charles made a face. "That's it? That's why she loves you?" He snatched the bottle and took another long drink. "Yeah, so I was a bit cocky... I just wanted her attention. I didn't dare touch her--I tried once and she pummelled me." He grinned and it seemed almost pathetic. "I wish I didn't like it so much...." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Voltaire. "We're supposed to kill you if we see you, you know. Only.... I couldn't do that to her. I don't care a fig about you, but she... she loves you. I couldn't take you from her." Putting away his wand, he took another gulp, then sloshed the liquid around in the bottom of the bottle. "So sod off before I get really shirty..."