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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 21, 2009 6:52:32 GMT 1
Silas stayed only long enough to make sure his orders were being complied with. It wasn’t like any of the staff had any inclination to do otherwise, seeing as Silas held both their employment contracts and a split-second temper. It was quite amusing to be able to thoughtlessly order around people whose sheer size and muscle mass meant they’d probably be able to knock him out with one well placed blow to the back of the head, but that couldn’t help the fact he would much rather be back upstairs making good use of one Jacaranda Mulciber while she was too inebriated to think clearly.
The Dacian problem seemed dealt with for now. After leaving instructions not to be bothered unless one of them managed to catch Dacian by the throat, Silas went back upstairs to hopefully try and pick up where he left off.
Of course, nothing was ever that simple.
The sight that greeted him on the second level was definitely not one he wanted to see. Specifically, the sight of Abe - who had evidently taken the opportunity to immediately try and swoop in like a vulture - leaning slightly over Jac who appeared to be lying down on the couch. ”Abe!” Silas snapped angrily a lot like a man finding his dog rummaging through the bins, then quickly closing the distance as if Abe was going to suddenly pick her up and attempt to sprint off. What the hell was he even doing back up there? Didn’t he know how to take a hint?
For Silas, the night just got worse after he figured out exactly what was going on. ”You put her to sleep?” he asked disbelievingly in a way that sounded more like a statement, looking at Jac incredulously before frowning and brushing the side of her cheek with the back of his hand just so there was no mistake. That explained why Abe looked like someone had taken his Arithmancy Award away. The man was a curse and Silas fixed him with a look of malice, lip curling. ”Smooth one you fucking idiot. Now what?” he growled, challenging Abe to find a solution.
Well this was an anticlimax and a half.
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 22, 2009 22:56:34 GMT 1
Abe actually visibly jumped and looked over guiltily as Silas barked his name. How utterly embarrassing. It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected Silas to return and he was perfectly entitled to be here so he couldn’t fathom why he was behaving like one of his students when they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to do. It was probably the constant niggling reminder that if he really managed to piss Silas off there was that finger breaking curse in store for him.
He shook off the caught red-handed expression rather quickly, replacing it with a pout of indignation as Silas accused him of causing Jacaranda’s current unconscious state. ”I didn’t do anything of the sort!” Abe denied hotly. ”She was like that when I got here, perhaps you shouldn’t have left her alone.” He had to resist the urge to slap the other man’s hand away as he reached out to brush it over Jac’s cheek. Silas didn’t get to touch her!
“Did you drug her?” Abe accused in return. ”I assure you she was quite drunk enough to sleep with you already, you needn’t have felt so insecure about it.” So much for trying not to piss Silas off, but the man had just called him a fucking idiot so fairs fair. He rather felt that as insults went Silas’s lacked a little finesse. Still, it would have been nice to have a few witnesses around so they could at least identify his remains should it come to that.
Perhaps ennervate would revive her. Abe dismissed the idea almost as soon as he thought of it. He didn’t have the heart to wake her now, besides she’d only hex whoever was responsible for doing so and he didn’t believe for a moment that Silas would hesitate to point the blame his way. Even if she didn’t believe him she’d go for Abe just for fun. Plus there was always the chance she would reattach herself to Silas’s side. He couldn’t have her going and reminding everyone that Abe had lost.
”She’s your accountant. You run this club. What do you normally do with customers that drink themselves silly?” He grumbled. Just because he knew Jac didn’t mean she was suddenly his responsibility. It wasn’t like they were even friends, even if she did have really good boobs. Abe didn’t even know where she was staying while she was here. Silas had been quite happy to take her off his hands only minutes before, he couldn’t have it both ways. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 23, 2009 8:05:24 GMT 1
That’s it, next time the waiting staff were getting explicit instructions to cut Jacaranda off if it looked like she was going to drink herself into a stupor again. Or at minimum he needed to teach her a good sobering charm. At least she was already lying on her side so there was little risk of her throwing up into her own lungs, although a trip to St. Mungo’s might remind her to be a little bit more careful with her intake.
”Are you kidding? You’re the only one to have touched anything she was drinking and she only fell asleep after you got her alone when it became obvious she wasn’t fucking you any other way. Who’s a third party going to recognise as having more motive here, Abe?”
Did Silas honestly think Abe could do such a thing? No. Obviously everyone was capable of the same, but Abe seemed far too cowardly to get anything done that would get him in into too much risk. Still, if he wanted to fling an accusation Silas would just attempt to boomerang it right back.
”Let’s keep our indictment’s halfway commonsensical shall we? Although if you want to be petty, fine, I can just argue the evidence of your skills as a lover apparently lie before us without the need for Rohypnol or G.H.B.”
One thing could be said though, and that was that he could actually reach his drink now. Besides, he was going to need something to drink to wash off the aftertaste of the nights events. Silas moodily picked the glass up off the table and took a mouthful with the disapproving look still etched on his face.
”As for this situation, usually we throw them out with a warming charm on them in winter so they don’t get hypothermia, but this is different,” Silas explained distastefully, gesturing in Jac’s direction with his free hand. ”It’s not usually the staff who booze themselves under the table.”
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Post by Abraham Grey on Mar 31, 2009 22:40:06 GMT 1
Abe scoffed at that, mainly to hide the moment of blind panic as he thought he’d managed to land himself in some serious shit, before he remembered it was just a hypothetical situation and Jacaranda hadn’t actually been drugged. ”Who are they going to believe?” He asked snidely. ”An esteemed Professor, son to one of the most influential accountancy firms in the wizarding world, or a strip club owner?” When it came to reputation Abe one hands down.
”Besides, my father would never let an accusation like that stand against me.” He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. Abe was nothing if not spoilt. He gave a half-sheepish shrug, so much for sticking to common sense. Debating was what Abe did best, so he often forgot to focus on the real world and the current problems. Like the fact that Jac was still out cold and they still hadn’t decided what to do with her.
”Rohypnol?” Abe echoed looking entirely nonplussed. What the blazes was Silas talking about? Perhaps it was some new brand of sleeping potion he hadn’t heard of yet. Trust Silas to know all about new sleeping potions. Perhaps his accusation was more prophetic than he’d thought. He looked mildly panicked as Silas suggested throwing Jacaranda out into the snow. That couldn’t happen, mostly because she’d somehow find a way to hold him personally responsible.
Abe gave a disdainful sniff, his look of disgust uncannily similar to the one Jac normally wore. ”Jacaranda is far too classy to be left outside. She’ll need a room where she can sleep it off.” What Silas may not have realised yet, but that Abe was all too aware of, was that they were still competing. The prize may have been slightly delayed, but that didn’t mean it had gone completely. ”If it’s a matter of money I can afford it.” He added smugly. Coming from a family like Abe’s, insulting a man’s wallet was about as grave an insult as you could get. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 1, 2009 9:15:19 GMT 1
A moment ago Silas had been all too happy to let Abe deal with Jac and wipe his hands of the whole affair, but then Abe had to go and practically state that that was exactly what he wanted him to do. Perhaps it was paranoia over the other mans motives or just an ingrained need to be as annoying as possible, but that wasn’t going to fly.
“Okay, first: Are you serious? Pubs and clubs drug their customers and staff all the time, after all. Who’re they going to believe, right? A man with probable cause or the one who can summon up a huge number of staff witnesses at a moment’s notice? Nice to know the only way you can defend yourself is through corruption and nepotism.” Hmm, okay, a little bit of the pot calling the kettle black as far as cries of corruption went, but still, he was pretty sure Abe was in the dark about that one. Oh, and the fact he basically threatened to get people to testify to events they never saw.
There had been something affronting in the way Abe had said ‘Strip Club Owner’, like it was a slur reserved only for those completely devoid of merit. For someone who appeared to look down on the place so much Abe sure wasted a lot of his ‘Esteemed Professors’ salary on it. Either way Silas was looking less than impressed as he finished his glass of alcohol then dumped the glass back on the table, not even bothering to set it upright. He more just tossed it.
“As for Miss Mulciber, don’t be silly, you look like you can barely afford the clothes on your back,” Silas said dismissively, waving a hand in the direction of Abe’s robes. “I’m pretty sure there’s a law or something against letting unconscious women go out with pub-goers they didn’t come in with, which means that because she drunk herself stupid at my establishment she’s my responsibility until she wakes up. Don’t trouble yourself and just go home.”
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Post by Abraham Grey on Apr 8, 2009 21:07:31 GMT 1
Abe pouted, looking thoroughly put out. Would Silas really get his employees to lie for him? That was so… underhanded! He was used to people following the rules, or at least coming to conclusions that fell somewhere close to them, Silas seemed to have no problem with tearing the rulebook up and then using it as kindling to set the other person on fire. It was slightly disconcerting, especially when Abe could still clearly remember the way Connery’s fingers had simultaneously snapped in half.
”Nice to know the only way you can defend yourself is through intimidation and blackmail and…” Abe threw back, struggling for a moment to think of another and. ” Illegal curses!” Okay that had come out a little more squeaky than triumphant. It wasn’t his fault, Jacaranda being nice to him and thrown him all off kilter and he hadn’t quite recovered yet. That was definitely it, nothing to do with being outwitted by somebody who was frankly an uneducated cad.
”My clothes are of the highest quality.” Abe whined, feeling increasingly like this argument (more like a bicker really) wasn’t going to end the way he wanted. ”Just because I’m not anal about grooming, some of us have more worthy persuits. And I’m not just any pub-goer, Jacaranda is an old friend. I’ve handled her before, I can do it again.” He was well and truly sulking now, although he doubted the puppy look would work on a man like Silas.
”Fine!” Abe snatched the whiskey bottle off the table, cradling it to his chest preciously. If he was paying for it then he was damn well going to get to drink it. He may have lost the girl, but Abe would fight to the death for the hard liquor. ”I’m keeping this.” He waved the bottle at Silas with a probably undeserved smug expression. Taking a swig he hovered nearby waiting to see how Silas would handle Jacaranda now that she was well and truly his responsibility. [/font]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 10, 2009 10:50:24 GMT 1
“Keep it,” Silas said dismissively without necessarily paying attention. It was lucky for Abe that taking the alcohol didn’t even occur to him, or Silas would have attempted to make off with that too.
The argument was won. He’d gotten one over Abe, yes, but the point could be made it was a lose-lose situation because now he was going to be stuck footing a rather exorbitant cost for hotel rooms. Ergh. Nevermind. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it. And besides, it would be interesting to see what conclusions Jac leapt to when she woke up in the morning, so Silas wasn’t overly concerned.
After he muttered the appropriate incantation, Jac’s body suddenly picked itself up like a macabre puppet. No need to physically lug her around, if only because there was a real risk that she might end up throwing up on someone’s shoes. If she looked like she was going to, there was always time to spin her around in Abe’s direction.
Without another word, Silas made his way down the stairs with Jac trailing behind until they reached the nearest bouncer. “Here, hold this.” Jac was rather unceremoniously dropped into the man’s arms. He looked nonplussed, but opted not to bother questioning it. After giving Abe a look as though wondering why he was there, he followed Silas without a word as he continued to lead the way across the club and into the reception.
Once there Silas grabbed some of the complimentary floo powder from the top of the nearest large, ornate fireplace and tossed in a handful. The weak fire immediately changed colour and soared higher. “Take her to the Parcelius Hotel. I’ll follow.” There. That was suitably outrageously expensive enough to make a point to Abe. The bouncer had been sent through first mostly because Silas didn’t trust Abe not to misbehave when unsupervised, giant slab of human muscle known as a bouncer between him and Jac notwithstanding.
“Don’t try to follow, or I’ll have them throw you out,” Silas growled firmly as he stepped into the fireplace in the bouncers wake, then after loudly stating the name of the hotel, disappeared in a roar of emerald flame.
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