it's a slip of the poker chip | ares

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ares edward lestrange

sutton had been looking forward to tonight, well since she'd told ares they were doing it. it had been a few days ago now but she'd taken the bull by the horns and decided for them. sure they had their kids at home but they were still young, attractive and still very much into the fun they could get up to in the outside world. with their children settled for the evening she'd changed into a curve hugging black dress that left her back bare and it finished just above her knees, the fabric shifting ever so slightly as she walked towards the door of the club, her arm tucked into ares' elbow as the doors opened before them.

she wouldn't exactly call the atmosphere buzzing but it was good enough. she was over places that flashed lights to bright it could cause one to lose their mind, music that was up so loud you could feel it vibrating through your teeth and drunken men who didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves, she might have been young but she'd outgrown childish. she wanted to sit, win some money, flirt more than a little to see what rise she could get out of ares and then drag him into the coat closet on the way out and finish the night with the most fun she could imagine. that was the plan anyway, she was hoping it would pan out, just a little. she tucked some hair behind her ear as she looked towards the bar. "a cocktail or two first, my love?"

[ares edward lestrange]

━ wasted on sunday, erase you on monday ━

MERLIN. OUT OF ALL PLACES, Ares Lestrange hadn't anticipated he would end up in the Ivory Room on the weekend. Since Sutton had returned into his life and the two had settled down - minus their..slight involvement in the Purifiers no less - Ares had become...a family man. It was odd, given the relationship he had with his younger sisters. Seemingly torturing one for fun at one point and being nothing but an asshole to another. His kids had..changed him. Or so he loved to say.

But when Sutton requested that they spent the night out without the kids, the Lestrange recalled how wide his eyes had opened. And how quickly he accepted of course. Dressed to make most men in their 20s jealous and men in 30s envious, the two stepped out into the city and Ares felt nothing but alive in that moment. He only wished he called a certain potioneer to add to the eventual chaos of the night. One thing the Lestrange loved about Sutton however was..she was just as chaotic as he was and chill when she needed to be. That definitely meant he was getting some later in some sort of closet.

As the doors opened before them, Ares' hand rose while he ensured Sutton was holding onto his other arm. His fingers formed the usual shape he would make as he whistled loudly over the music, smiling as bouncers and bartenders alike recognised him, asking where he had been in the time he wasn't around. Ares tended to be a regular in most bars and clubs, despite working at the Hog's Head himself.

But there as something different about the Ivory Room, given its Casino-ness also. "Absolutely my love. I'll need at least three before I feel...comfortable to have any losses tonight." He replied, smirking down at her. Like most people, Ares hated losing at things. But in truthfulness...he was an utter sore loser. Yet the Lestrange loved the chase and competition. And above all, he loved the winnings. "Do you want something sweet or bitter?" He asked, already thinking of what concoction to ask for.

| @sutton |

hopefully this works!

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ares edward lestrange

with her fingers curled into the elbow of ares' arm, her touch surprisingly gentle, she walked in step next to him as the doors to the club opened before them. was it anything special? not really. but it was a night away from home, just each other for company and entertainment and she was so looking forward to it. the kind of fun they got up to when they could let their guard down was unmatched by anything she'd experienced before and she knew she was in for a good night because of it. was it hard to be away from home? not as much as she thought it might be. the kids were safe, that was the main thing and they were only an apparition away should any shit decide to hit the fan tonight. though she did hope it wouldn't dare because there was no wrath like a woman with a spoiled night out.

"well if you suffer any losses, i'll be sure to comfort you." she purred softly into his ear as she gripped her fingers slightly into his arm, brushing her lips against his ear as she spoke the words to him. "after i celebrate my winnings of course." she couldn't help but add with something of a coy smile as she looked forward into the room, seeingg what was there, who was there and what they'd be likely to play. "bittersweet." she said as she looked at him, tilting her head slightly as she looked over to the bartender. "let's see if they're any better than the bartender at the hogs head, he's a little clumsy you know." she teased as she started walking towards the bar, tugging on his arm just slightly.

[ares edward lestrange]

━ wasted on sunday, erase you on monday ━

SMIRKING WIDE AS HE GLANCED down at Sutton, Ares briefly began to wonder how he had become so lucky to have her. While she was the mother of his second child, sleeping with her was far from one of the Lestrange's regrets. They had something back then, passionate as best as it could be for two horny teenagers/young adults. Although, while he didn't regret Sebastian becoming a part of his life, he most definitely regretted who his mother was. "How lucky am I?.." He murmured back, before laughing quietly at her addition.

Like himself, Sutton loved to win. Ares hadn't seen the flip side yet - how she reacted to losing but he was sure he would find it either a. endearing or b. attractive. The Lestrange was a simple man after all. "Bittersweet it is." Ares nodded, catching the attention of the bartender as they headed to the bar, to order from the both of them, before catching onto Sutton's teasing. "Oh? I heard he's a fine man. Maybe like this tall, super handsome?.." Describing himself was easy. He was the finest man he knew.

| @sutton |

sorry for the wait!