The dance floor was crammed full; it was hot and the air tasted stale in a mix of perfumes and sweat. Women were following the two handsome wizards with their eyes, their hunger for their attention and power barely concealed. Lucius felt that despite being the older man of them, most of the eyes were trained upon him. Checking him out, mentally undressing him. Well, these woman never would.
Rabastan handed him another drink when they reached the bar. Smelling the vodka inside he scowled at him. The mischievous grin he got in response wasn't lost on the women around them. A curvy blonde made her way over to them. "Are you sure this is the right place for your interests?" Rabastan seemed playful but Lucius heard genuine concern in his voice. He had picked the Mirage for its popularity in the wizarding society. But Rabastan was right, this was not the kind of society he was looking for. "No, this is not the right place. But it is a start. I met you here and I am sure you can show me the real exclusive places", he felt uncomfortable admitting that clearly Rabastan was better informed about the wizarding nightlife. It made him feel old. Deliberately turning his back to the woman getting closer and closer he watched Rabastans face contort in concentration as he mentally went through the various establishments he knew. "You want discretion to enjoy your freedom or are you looking for something serious?" , he finally asked. Lucius smirked wickedly. "A bit of both"
"Then I know just the place. Come along. You will not have heard any of it" Lucius heard the younger wizard mutter something indistinguishable and saw a paper bird fly into his palm. He unfolded it and looked at the spiky letters in an all too familiar handwriting. Not really reading what was on the note he narrowed his eyes on Rabastan. "What is the meaning of this?", he inquired icily. "Read it. He will explain later. I can't talk to you beforehand". He sounded solemn and honest.
Reluctantly Lucius lowered his gaze to read the one sentence in the blackest of all available and unavailable inks. He knew it all too well, since it had been him to gift the author of the note with the hint to find it.
》The Iceberg Lounge is at Mulberry Street 7, Muggle London. 《