Mille 011 - KICKING OFF THE 20'S THE RIGHT WAY!

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille AND THE WHOLE OF SOMARIUM
Where: MAMA MILLE'S SPEAKEASY
Style: I'll open this in third but everything else will be in first!
Status: OPEN TO ALL MILLE'S VICTIMS...I mean

Comments

PRIVATE Harry/Draco though Mille can come over XD

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry sits at his normal booth at the back of the speakeasy. He can watch the entire room from this position, and considering it's his job to keep an eye on this place for the mafia and other illegal activities that's what he should be doing. However something else, or rather someone, has Harry's attention entirely. ]

B)

[mudbloodhater]

[fully in the middle of something else - checking in with one of the bouncers to make sure nothing is going awry - Draco only half-notices the fact that he's being stared at. He realises it with a faint shiver, glancing over his shoulder to catch Harry's eye; a small smirk toys at his lips when he does, and he offers a brief finger-wave to show that yes, he has noticed.

[After a moment, though, grey eyes flick back to the one with whom he's speaking.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry looks away when he notices the finger wave. He hadn't really noticed that he'd been staring and now, feeling guilty, he looks away. An odd feeling knots in his stomach and he takes another sip from his drink to try and will it away. Unlike his boss, Harry has developed no qualms to partaking of the demon beverage that this place sells.

As of late he feels it helps. He scans the club, regulars and newbies alike and tries to keep his gaze away from the blond who he has by now become obsessed with. It's been months, almost a year, since he was put on this assignment, and while he's learned nothing of value, he has gained some interesting insight though none of it pertains to his case.

He takes another drink. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[over time, Draco had mastered the ability to sneak up on people without them ever noticing. It was likely the entire notion of having grown up with Mille that had implemented the idea of stealth in him from a young age.

[Draco bides his time, debating precisely the method to regain Harry's attention - not that it will be terribly hard, he imagines - for his own. At some point in time, he very much disappears from sight, though it's hardly surprising. The blond has a job to do, and that does involve going backstage and visiting the girls periodically. However...

[After a brief time, Draco merely saunters over - being sure to keep out of the easily distracted brunet's view - pausing behind Harry's seat and just out of sight as he casually leans over the back of the booth and clears his throat.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Between Harry's temporary distraction and Malfoy's stealth, when Harry looked back to where Draco had been he was mildly surprised to find he'd moved on.

[He leaned back into the booth and looked around the speakeasy again subconsciously keeping an eye out for the slender blond figure. He catches a glimpse of Mama Mille speaking to another man he hasn't seen before. A frown creases Harry's face as like everyone else he has reached the assumption that Mille and Draco must in fact be married or at least mean something to one another.

[It bothers him that Mille flirts so freely with everyone when her attention should be on Draco and only him.

[He starts momentarily when Draco's throat clears from behind him and he turns to look. The knot that had been squashed returns with a vengeance.]

Mr. Malfoy.

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco manages to pay enough attention when he reads people every day to be able to see subtle differences in their expressions depending on what's said and done around them. Harry was a perfect example of this: from clearly irritated by something, though Gods only knew what, to suddenly nervous.

[The blond merely smiles at him, cocking one brow upwards vaguely.] How many times do I need to tell you: Draco will be fine.

Mind if I join you? [even as he spoke, Draco lithely abandoned his place behind Harry, sliding effortlessly into the booth opposite the brunet. If his company were denied, he'd then take his leave, but he sincerely doubted it would be. At least, if he were reading the signs correctly.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Draco was indeed reading the signs correctly, but Harry had not expected him to sit beside him so quickly. He cast a furtive glance at the blond before taking a sip of his drink and forcing himself into a relaxed demeanor. He was acting like a school girl and even he found it ridiculous. What was he thinking anyway?

[ Harry knew exactly what he was thinking, and he did his best to push those thoughts out an away. He was supposed to be on the job at the moment anyway.]

No it's fine. Go ahead.

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco smirks, watching Harry from beneath faintly lidded eyes, chin resting upon folded hands. It was easy enough to watch the myriad emotions crossing the brunet's face.]

So. How goes your evening?

[sonuvasnitch]

Not too bad.

[ He leaned back into the booth and tried to stay relaxed. ]

Talked to a few people, the usual.

[ He jiggled his drink causing the ice to clink melodically against the glass. ]

[mudbloodhater]

Don't we live an exciting life. [he smirks, eyeing the drink for a moment.] You've been here almost every night, and yet, I never see you with anyone. I don't suppose there's a reason for that? Or are we merely introverted?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry lets out a small laugh and unconsciously looks at his ring finger. Had things gone right in his life there would have been a ring there by now, but things hadn't gone right and it was pointless looking back on the past. Especially when it was something you couldn't change. ]

I guess I'm not really interested.

[ Now that was a lie. He was interested, but he was interested in something he couldn't have. ]

[mudbloodhater]

Is that so. [a curve played at Draco's mouth, his eyes following Harry's down to the his hand - some previous attachment that had gone awry, clearly - before snapping back up to bright green eyes.]

Or is it merely a matter of not having absolute confirmation that it would be reciprocated? There's no harm in flirting now and then, I assure you. [he shrugged one shoulder delicately, thoughtfully trailing one finger along the line of his own jaw. After all, Draco was very much known for two things romantically: that he was either with Mille, or that he was a complete charmer when it came to the speakeasy and its clientèle. Often both at the same time, which made more than one person do a doubletake. Let them think what they would, though. He had decided that long ago.]

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry gave Draco a curious expression. He took another sip of his drink which was quickly becoming empty. ]

I suppose there wouldn't be, but there still isn't anyone I'm really interested in.

[ Clearly if he said that enough times he'd believe it. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco merely snapped his fingers, eyes never leaving Harry's as he called to one of the waitresses for a drink or two - a refill for Harry, and a gin and tonic for himself. He didn't believe Harry's words for a minute, but he wasn't about to let that on. Just like he wasn't about to drop a hint that he knew what Harry did for a living either.]

And you think I'm interested in half the girls who walk in here? [he flapped a dismissive hand.] It keeps them around and happy, darling. And money in my pocket is what ultimately makes me happy.

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry's green-eyes lingered on Draco's grey. They pulled away for a moment as he glanced to the bar where their drinks were already being made following the snap of Draco's fingers. It was magic the way he ran this place. Everyone seemed to know instantly what Draco wanted. Then again Mille had that magic too. ]

You mean to say Mille doesn't make you happy?

[ It was an offhanded comment, but it was an honestly curious question. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[more than mere amusement flickered across Draco's face for a moment - gone just as soon as it had appeared - and he dipped his head almost modestly. In truth, it was simply to hide the grin that passed his lips. When he glanced back up, it was gone, replaced by the poker face he was so good at.]

I don't recall saying that. Where does Mille come into things, anyway? She's well aware of what I do, and I of her.