OOC: I apologize for the delay.
It was far too early in the evening for such a dense throng of sinful human beings- as well as the occasional mixed breed – to have crawled their way to Satan’s, and yet, the high-class nightclub was filled to its maximum capacity just moments before the Sun had retreated behind the towering buildings of Knockturn Alley. Yet another song from Vito’s extensive library of music both old and new was playing loudly throughout the club, echoing off of the polished walls, and the first bottle of alcohol had already been finished.
Every soul that made up the Wizarding World had gathered in one place to rid themselves of their memories of sin, and Vito Dee Symons had provided them with the location for their cleansing ritual.
Vito’s evening, however, would not get off to as simple of a start; a middle-aged wizard with a shiny Ministry badge pinned to his ratty robes had made that decision for him the moment he had forced open Vito's bedroom door. The Ministry was growing too curious for their own good.
Naturally, Vito was not pleased by the fact that Mr. Integrity had shown up in his bedroom; the Minister was well aware that Vito did not swing that way. The least he could do was send an attractive, redheaded women.
“Look out below!” Vito called to the general population of his kingdom, just before his visitor’s abrupt trip down the staircase came to an end at the bottom stair with the sickening sound of breaking bones. “Someone remove him,” he ordered as he descended down the steps, using the man’s bruised spine as an addition to the staircase.
Several men and women gasped, but those who had seen the nightclub’s owner behave in such a way merely scoffed; how many people had Vito thrown down that staircase again? He was almost growing tiresome with his traditional antics- though said beings were wise enough to keep these thoughts to themselves.
Having made his way further down the floor, Vito came to a halt at the bar and gave its sleek surface a loud knock of his fist to alert the bartenders; out of the corner of each of his dark eyes, Vito caught a glimpse of his favorite employee throwing back a drink, and judging by the man's fumbling fingers as he attempted to set the class down, it had not been his first. "What does that Jack taste like, unemployment?" Vito inquired. Why he had not fired the ignorant fool after hiring Remy, he could not remember- though he assumed it had something to do with the need to have someone to throw glass at when he got a little fussy.
The startled man stopped where he was with his back facing Vito. He was a deer in the headlights- or, rather, facing away from the headlights, which was bad news for the poor animal.
"How did you know it was Jack?"
Well, at least he had enough spunk to reply.
"How did your parents tell when you'd been digging around in their liquor cabinet?"
"I didn't drink as a child."
"That's too bad. You'll pay for the bottle."
"But-"
Vito took his spent cigarette in-between his fingers once more and examined it halfheartedly, “as well as something new to smoke."
"N-no wine?" the employee asked in as venomous of a tone as one could while trembling, but Vito did not reply, for his attention had strayed from the man; a blond child who stood not far from where he sat had caught his eye. Curious, Vito made his way to the kindergartener’s side. “Do you mind telling me what my employees are on, kid, because it seems they are being far too careless about whom they permit to be in my presence...?”
by Keith Nicholas Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:16 am
