Beyond The Darkness : RP: A Night Out At The Club

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* june 2005, - complete, rodolphus lestrange, romilda vane

RP: A Night Out At The Club
Date: 5 June 2005
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Romilda Vane
Location: The Casino of Sidi al'Nasir
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive flirting
Summary: Rodolphus takes Romilda out for a night of fine dining and subtle seduction.
Completion: Complete

Rodolphus adjusted the collar of his tuxedo and straightened his bow tie. He had given the house elves strict orders that he was not to be disturbed this evening, no owls, no urgent messages, nothing. Rastaban could deal with anything that came up. He had more interesting and certainly far more pleasant plans. He’d briefly contemplated cancelling them in the light of Severus’ escape but had dismissed that just as quickly. He didn’t want to give Romilda a chance to second guess either him or herself.

Once he was ready he pulled on his cloak and apparated to an alley just around from the club then walked up to the front doors. He was quickly admitted and he handed his cloak over to the attendant.

"I have a young lady portkeying in shortly," he said when the attendant returned.

"Do you wish to wait for her here, sir, or in the saloon?" the attendant said with a single nod.

Rodolphus considered the matter for a moment. "I believe I shall wait for her myself."

"Very good, sir," the attendant replied. "Would you like a drink while you are waiting?"

"No, thank you," Rodolphus replied. "I shall wait for my guest."

"Very good, sir," the attendant replied before gliding off to his corner.

Rodolphus clasped his hand behind his back and began to pacing idly as he waited for Romilda.

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bd_romilda
2007-06-07 22:44 (link)

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She truly had no idea of half of what Rodolphus ordered, but she had every confidence it was most likely delicious. "I would think that the patrons would not stand for that."

There was a piano in the corner of the room, and a tall, thin man came out and started playing something that was pleasant, and not too loud that people couldn't hear their conversations. It did make for very pleasant background sound and drowned out the occasional clink of cutlery against a plate.

"So tell me, are you planning in indulging in any of those games of strategy or chance later this evening? I'm afraid Antonin took me dancing last week, and we never made it back to the tables."

"But you made the games sound so... intriguing." Romilda toyed with the stem of her glass as she listened to the soft music in the background. She wanted to know where the evening was headed, and after last week, he had made far too many suggestions for him not to renege on them all.

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bd_rodolphus
2007-06-09 02:07 (link)

Rodolphus arched an eyebrow, amusement growing on his face. "Oh, they are intriguing. A battle of mind and wits to achieve a victory."

He leaned back in his chair for a moment and let his voice drop into the low purr he'd noticed had had such an effect on her last time they had met. "I had thought to show you around the club, to the various rooms, to see what game... appealed most to you."

bd_romilda
2007-06-09 02:40 (link)

"It seems victory is a very important part of what you like, hmmm?" she heard the low purr in his voice, and a shiver ran down her spine as she heard it.

Licking her lips she cocked a smile. "Well then how could I resist an offer like that. I mean, I have no idea what games I like until I'm ready to play."

"Although I can't help but think that the games where everyone goes away thinking they're a winner can often be the most satisfying..."

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-09 02:52 (link)

Rodolphus chuckled. "Doesn't everyone like winning? Losing is so terribly tedious after all."

His eyes fell to her lips as she licked them and when he looked up at her eyes he let a hint of desire show for a moment.

"I thought it might appeal. If you've never played such games of strategy before you can't know what you might like. Some have complicated rules and take years to learn but others can be... grasped quite quickly."

He let a small smile curl his lips. "Ah, a mutual victory. Yes, that can quite... enticing."

bd_romilda
2007-06-09 03:06 (link)

She had played games with men for so many years, she almost forgot when she was unconsciously falling into patterns that were designed to lure and entice men. Very rarely did they have the ability to play back, and make her feel somewhat eager to play along. Rodolphus was an expert, and she was enjoying herself.

"Nothing too complicated," she said. Their entrées arrived in a timely fashion, and she waited as Rodolphus poured the wine to go with it. "Sometimes the games with the least rules have the best chance of success, and the highest stakes."

"Do you play just for the pleasure of the game, or do you like to revel in the spoils?" the scallops had been cooked just perfectly, and melted on her tongue as she watched him carefully.

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-09 03:22 (link)

"Something uncomplicated," he said with a raised eyebrow as their entrées were placed in front of them. Amusement flooded through him as he made a decision. He would take her to the billiards room. It was public enough to maintain the illusion of decorum but would also provide ample fodder for innuendo and sly comments. Not to mention the opportunity to instigate some physical contact as he taught her to play, if she didn't already know... and perhaps even if she did. "I have an idea or two."

Rodolphus enjoyed his lobster. It was a delicacy that was difficult to get hold of these days though it had made far more frequent appearances on their table when he was younger.

"A little of both, I suppose," he said idly. "The thrill of the contest, the to and fro of who is the dominant player has its pleasures but the enjoyment of a win is always a delight." He paused. "Of course, one must always temper a win with appropriate humility. A smug winner is as disagreeable as a sore loser."

bd_romilda
2007-06-09 03:30 (link)

She wondered what he was thinking, but decided to let him show her. "Well, I'm glad you do." Now she was intrigued, and really couldn't wait for dinner to finish.

She watched as he expertly ate the lobster, using the delicate fork with practiced skill. She had only tried it the once, and really didn't have a taste for shellfish. She preferred something a little less dry. Like the scallops. But each to his own.

"Hmmmm, I can think of people I know who could learn that lesson." She thought of Miles, and his smug and smarmy look when he thought he had won something. Theo was right up there as well, looking like the cat who had scored a whole tub of cream when he knew he'd gained what he was after. "I sometimes think the fun is in the actual playing of the game. Who wins or loses isn't always important. Or perhaps that's just my Gryffindor sense of fairness." She shrugged.

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-09 03:40 (link)

Rodolphus chuckled, leaving the subject of the rest of the evening alone for now. Anticipation was a pleasant thing in this situation. "I think it is a lesson that is learned with age. And with loss. It is possible that one has to experience both great success and great loss in order to understand the value of being both a good winner and a good loser."

He finished the last of his lobster and placed his fork on the plate. He smiled wickedly at Romilda. "I suppose whether or not the game is the thing depends largely on what game you are playing though as a Slytherin I can say that we do enjoy winning."

bd_romilda
2007-06-09 03:51 (link)

His words seemed tinged with a sadness - there was something poignant there, but she couldn't even begin to work out what it was. All she knew was that Rodolphus and his wife had followers and had done since they'd come out of Azkaban... oh. It suddenly dawned on her what he might be talking about.

She doubted being incarcerated in somewhere like that would leave you unscarred, no matter whether you were innocent or guilty. "You're right. Although don't you ever wish you could go back and change things? Or know what is happening in the future?"

The wicked smile only made her laugh as she took a mouthful of wine. "Well Slytherins are ambitious, aren't they? Isn't that the stereotype? I do remember many sore losers on the quidditch pitch when they lost."

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-09 04:02 (link)

Rodolphus leaned back as the waiter cleared their plates. "Go back and change things? Perhaps. Though whether that would wise is an entirely different matter. It's entirely possibly that changing one thing in the past to favour myself wold make things even worse now. As for what will happen in the future..." He smiled secretively. "One can never truly know that. Our own present affects it too much."

Those were things that his own abilities at Divination had taught him. The future was not set in stone, actions done now would change any future you might see in a vision. It was why Time Turners made him so uneasy. What if one changed, either deliberately or accidentally, the one thing that could guarantee victory.

"Ambitious, cunning, with a will to succeed," he confirmed with a laugh. "Most of us are just that though some do make you doubt the stereotype on occasion. And quidditch is one of the few things where Slytherin cunning doesn't work as well as we might like. Terribly unfair, making a sport so well-suited to Gryffindors."

bd_romilda
2007-06-09 04:13 (link)

"Hmmmm, but still, wouldn't you have wanted to at least try?" She didn't really think through the whole cause and effect of it all, not realising that one little thing could change things greatly. "I mean, if you could go back and not let yourself go to prison, then would you?" It was a tough question, but one she had to ask.

"Well where would the fun be if we let the ambitious Slytherins win at everything?" she said, the retort quick off her tongue. "Were you ever one for the sport? I always enjoyed watching. The skill of the players has me in awe. I mean, I can fly a broom easily, but not to the level that others could." She thought of Harry, and Miles. They were amazing flyers, and she was envious of them.

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-10 00:00 (link)

Rodolphus paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. He wasn't offended by the question about his stay in Azkaban; it was a matter of public record after all.

"It's a tempting idea, isn't it?" he said with a small, slightly odd smile. "Go back, change things. But I suppose the better question is: would I be the man I am today and in the position I am today if what has happened hadn't happened? Perhaps things would be better but perhaps they would be much worse. Who is to say that both of my terms in Azkaban were not in some way necessary? I learned a great deal in there about myself, both good and bad. I sometimes wonder if my determination to succeed was born out of my time in Azkaban."

He laughed. "Well, winning everything is fun for Slytherins." He shook his ahead, still openly amused. "No, I'm a good enough flyer but I've never played the game. I enjoy the strategy of the game but playing it seems like far too much work for me."

bd_romilda
2007-06-10 00:11 (link)

Romilda stopped to think about his words. Would he be where he was and who he was? "I guess you could be right. Would I be who I am today if I never lost my parents? Or if I didn't have to raise my son alone. As much as I'd like to not have had to do those things, I don't think I'd be who I am today." It gave her a great deal of pause for thought. "I guess I was completely hopeless at divination, so I really wouldn't know."

Their main courses arrived in due time, the pianist soon accompanied by a soloist on a violin. The melodic sounds of the strings making for fine music as they began their main meal.

"So what you're saying is you really want the rewards, but you'd prefer not to have to put in the hard work? That definitely must be a Slytherin trait." Taking a mouthful of the venison, she let the taste settle on her tongue, the surprising bitter taste of the dark chocolate just rich and thick with the juices of the venison.

"Mmmm," she said with a soft moan as she closed her eyes. "That truly is delicious."

bd_rodolphus
2007-06-10 00:25 (link)

"The steps you took along the path led where you are now, led to your son coming into your life," he said quietly. "I somehow think you wouldn't give him up and who knows what step or steps it took to get there? Those who are skilled in Divination can see the future but rarely can they see it clearly. The best explanation is that from where we stand now, the future branches off into many paths. In some cases those paths can be winnowed down to one or two through our actions but mostly there are many. Those skilled in Divination usually see the mostly likely future but not the absolute future."

Their main courses arrived and Rodolphus was pleased but not overly surprised to find his ox fillet was cooked to perfection, the foie gras and Madeira sauce complementing it superbly.

He chuckled softly. "Oh, Slytherins generally work hard for what they want but the best of us have mastered the art of appearing to be nothing more than idle layabouts even as we work for what we want. My nephew Draco is particularly good at that."

He raised an eyebrow at the expression on her face as she took her first taste of the venison, her moan having more of an effect on him than he though it would.

"So it would seem," he said, his voice a soft purr and a heated look in his eyes.

bd_romilda
2007-06-10 00:54 (link)

"No, you're right. I can't imagine not having my son in my life," she said. And Miles is not getting his hands on him, not if I have my way. "Although perhaps I could have been a little more... prudent in the choice of father."

Still looking around the room, she was admiring everything from the tablecloths to the jewels on the other female patrons. She could have always had this - without the need to work at a pub and spread her legs to pay for food for her son. "Just how... exclusive is this club? What does one need to become a member here? Pureblood? Galleons? Both?"

She let out a little snort at the mention of Draco. "I wouldn't think he would have a successful business - two of them - if he didn't at least put some work into it. Some of us can see behind the facade," she said, smirking. She could have so very easily been a Slytherin. There were days when she wondered just what would have happened had she not bullied the sorting hat into placing her in Gryffindor.

Opening her eyes, she saw straight into his, seeing a hint of fire burning in them. Ooh, they were walking along the very fine line of flirting, weren't they. She would have found it amusing if she didn't find herself just a little affected by that fire and danger there. "Still, it would be interesting to see how different my life would be had I made one or two different decisions. Nothing much..."

She toyed with her wine glass. "Say for example, I let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin, where it considered putting me. How different do you think things would have been, hmmm?" She'd never really told too many people about that, but something about the conversation made her want to ask him that question.

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