A Club.

[Markise Sterling]

The business man didn't blink at Ariel's refusal. "Well, we could hunt down the brunette and have ourselves a party," he suggested. "You look like a man who likes to have fun." He looked young, and easy enough if he only slipped a little something into his first drink. He should have done that with the lavender-haired boy, but it had been early in the evening.

Markise squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to be here. It was one thing suspecting that Ariel had been with other guys during their time apart, and another actually hearing about it. He wanted out of here, and with the alcohol still flowing through his system, he didn't care what happened in his wake. He stormed out the stall door, then out of the bathroom without a look back, leaving the men staring after him.

"I want another of that drink I had earlier," he told the bartender, leaning against the counter.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel opened his lips to say something back to the man, only to see Markise storm out. He had a thought of following, but found his eyes turning back to the two men, curiosity filing into the anger. He crossed his arms and looked at the men with dark, suspicious eyes. "I take it you've already got ideas," he said, fighting with himself over whether to go after Markise or not.

[Markise Sterling]

It took a moment for the men to look away from the door, where the lavender-haired boy had disappeared. There was only one conclusion to be made, considering the circumstances.

The business man looked back to Ariel first, the obvious surprise that had been on his face melting back into his cool, charming facade. "Perhaps you can get your little friend to join us. I can make it very worth your time, and his as well."

Markise had finished his drink in a heartbeat, thirsty from all the dancing he'd done earlier. He already felt a little lightheaded, which was a relief. He thanked the bartender, then turned to look around at the other patrons.

Just then, a hand swept lightly against his lower back and he turned, looking up at a brunette. He didn't know or care if this was Ariel's brunette. He jerked away, his damn allergies acting up as he turned back to the bar.

The brunette apologized sweetly though, and soon Markise found himself sitting on a barstool next to him, smiling brightly and laughing over a martini. This was much better.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel eyed the men and debated. It would definitely be an experience. But Markise was out there in the club. "Perhaps some other time," he said, then made to walk past the men towards the door while taking a deep breath. Yes, there was always another time, when Markise wasn't there, that he could try out some other things. It was also slowly occurring to him that if the men really wanted to, they wouldn't need his permission.

[Markise Sterling]

The business man's hand reached out, curving around the boy's upper arm to stop him. "I don't believe you understood me," he said, his voice dropping with the words. He gave a glance to his friend, who shifted his weight in case the boy tried for the door again, then reached into his trousers pocket, pulling out a stuffed money clip. "How valuable is your time?" he asked.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel blinked at the clip filled with small pieces of parchment that the man held out, then raised his eyebrow as he brought his gaze up to the man's. What worth did that clip have? Perhaps it was a family heirloom of some kind? Or maybe the man was just crazy. "More valuable than that little clip you have there," he said, then started towards the door again.

[Markise Sterling]

Both men chuckled at that. "The money, not the clip," the business man said, teasing the boy back. "Although, if you like the clip, I might just throw it in. What do you say? A hundred apiece? Two?" It was a high price, but he'd come into money today, and he was a firm believe in easy come, easy go. "You could buy yourselves something far better than a money clip with that," he said, his eyes shining. He knew what an offer he was giving, and it showed.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Money. Ariel's eyes lit at that and dropped back down to the little clip. He chewed his tongue. He didn't know how muggle money worked, but a couple hundred of anything had to be a good thing. The way the man was dressed and acting told Ariel that it was a good thing, that amount, even if another part of him screamed that he couldn't go by that, that he shouldn't even be considering.

[Markise Sterling]

The man's even white teeth showed with his smile at seeing he'd caught the boy almost entirely. "I'll give you an extra hundred to split if I get you both at once." He threw an apologetic glance aside at his friend, who sighed at obviously being excluded, then looked back to the boy, arching an eyebrow in question. "Well?How does that sound?" It had never failed before.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel wasn't thinking much of anything other than the money, and wondering how it would convert to galleons. He didn't think about what he would be doing with that man, or the fact that Markise would be in on it, as well. All he knew was that the man made it sound like he was getting a lot of money for something he wanted to try anyway. What did he have to lose? He dragged his eyes back up to the man's, "Where?"

[Markise Sterling]

The man's smile widened slightly, and his eyes moved almost hungrily over the boy. "I have a flat not far from here, and plenty of room in the car. Get your little friend with the lavender hair and meet us at the front doors. You'll get paid after, and as you can plainly see, I have the money." He didn't pay if he didn't have to, but this promised to be worth the expenditure.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel stared at the man for a moment more then left without speaking. He found the booth where they had left their coats and cloaks and slung them over his arm, then went in search of Markise. He still was refusing to think too hard on what he was about to do, but even when he couldn't help but think about it, he couldn't bring himself to just off and leave. It would be an experience, to say the least, and if he was a little richer at the end of the night, then he wasn't going to complain.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise was still at the bar. He'd forgotten Ariel entirely and was having a blast. The damned bartender had cut him off, but that didn't matter. He got sips off the other guys' drinks anyway. He was obviously drunk, and they could tell. They were just waiting for enough of a lull in the conversation to get him alone. Markise wasn't thinking about that, though. He was thinking he was a little sleepy, a little dizzy when he moved too fast, but he was having too much fun. A small group had gathered around him again, only four or five men, and Markise was flirting unabashedly, though every time a hand strayed, he pushed it off.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel suppressed the annoyance and anger he felt swell inside him when he found Markise surrounded by another group of men, and it was fairly obvious that he was drunk. He had second thoughts then, Markise couldn't really make a good decision on that, but who said Markise had to participate anyway? Ariel sighed and pushed his way through the circle, reaching out for Markise, "Let's go."

[Markise Sterling]

Markise had batted Ariel's hand away before he realized who it was. "Aaariel!," he exclaimed, handing back whatever drink he'd been holding. He got off his barstool and stumbled just a bit as he wrapped his arms around the back of Ariel's neck and attempted to kiss him. Still leaning on Ariel, he turned to the others. "I'll see you laaater!" he said, as though they were just going to the bathroom again. That sounded good, actually. One of Markise's hands began to wander, slipping down to someplace that definitely wasn't appropriate in company.