Marlene buried her face in Fabian’s shoulder so as to muffle her four-year-old like giggles. That was one of the reasons of why she enjoyed Fab’s company so much, that ability he had of laughing at himself. It was refreshing and easy-going, a comfortable response to Marlene’s sarcastic remarks. He was just easy to joke around with, without fear of offending each other.
“Mhhm he must be your lost twin. Well, it’s clear who got the looks in the family” she carried on, obviously just teasing. Not only because Fabian was actually very handsome, but also because he and his twin looked so much alike, it was illogical so say one was better looking than the other. If it wasn’t because they differed in style, Marlene probably wouldn’t have been able to tell Fabian from Gideon during the Order meetings.
At the mention of a stripper club, her eyes, blue in the night light, twinkled mischievously, and a wide, wicked grin spread over her features. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Fabian and laughed.
“As long as I can get filthy drunk and there are pretty men to stare at, count me in” she winked playfully at her friend, lifting one shoulder and bagging her eyelashes. Others might have seen the gesture as flirtatious, but with Fabian that was never the case. It was all pretend, a real joke for them. It was quite a unique friendship, strictly platonic and fraternal.
“Thank Merlin I decided to bring some money with me then. I can’t think of a better way to spend it than throwing it at pretty men and women while they get naked”.
Just as Fabian had claimed, the bar was only a few blocks away, and since it was still quite early, they didn’t have to make much queue before a menacing looking bouncer let them in.
Inside, the club’s atmosphere turned out to be quite exotic, probably inspired by the 1920′s cabarets. The walls were a rich, dark red, and the artificial lights that shone at strategic points so as to keep enough shadow to preserve the air of mystery, were inspired by old chandeliers. Dancers moved around black stages, dressed in modern corsets and bowties, their clothes flashing under the lights. The music playing at the moment was jazz, and there seemed to be a main number at the center of the stage starring a couple of dancers that seemed to be recreating the Phantom of the Opera’s “Pass the Point of No Return” but in a much more sexual way that made Marlene laugh and point them to Fabian as if they were attending a circus act.
They took a table close to the stage at Marlene’s insistence. She didn’t want to miss the main show, after all. As they waited for someone to hand them the menu over, Marlene leaned towards Fabian with a conspiratorial smirk.
“First five cutest people you can see, not counting the dancers. Go!” she snapped her fingers. They always did this, discussing over who they found good-looking everywhere they went.
Just as Fabian had expected, Marlene was thrilled by the idea. “Well just as long as I’m allowed to get drunk and stare at the pretty men with you.” He teased in return to the flirtatious eyelid batting.
The club was certainly not a seedy little back alley joint where unsatisfied fat old men went to escape their unsatisfied fat old wives. This was an establishment of class, and every step further into the building made Fabian glad of his brain wave. Obviously, the dancers were stunning, but the club itself just felt like a very cool place to be, and when they took a seat Fabian felt a rush of excitement. Things were never boring when he spent the evening with Marlene, and in a place like this, the possibilities seemed endless.
He was glancing over the menu when Marlene stated her challenge, and of course Fabian rose to it. He flashed Marlene a grin before looking around at the other patrons and staff. “Hmmm,” He contemplated exaggeratedly. “Well, there is a lot of variety tonight, at first glance, blue suit over by the bar, green dress red hair over in the corner with that hen party, I hope she’s not the bride to be,” He chuckled with a careless shrug. “Hmm, the pianist has a certain charm about him, and that waitress.” He looked around for a fifth option but came up dry, a mischevious grin spread across his face. “And of course, you, my dearest darling, no one in the world could match your beauty.”
Fabian shrugged off his coat and made himself comfortable in his seat. “Okay, your turn, shoot!” He returned the game, watching her eyes to see who she’d pick. They really were spoilt for choice tonight, even excluding the dancers, so many of the patrons seemed prettier in the vintage atmosphere of the club.
“I think I saw grey suit checking you out as we walked in, if it makes a difference.” He teased, fiddling with the pile of napkins on the table. “Although you know we’re never going to get anywhere with anyone if everyone thinks we’re a couple.” He sighed. “Perhaps that’s a problem, perhaps this is why we seem eternally cursed.”
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