[THD]Graffiti {Niko}

It was only 6 a.m. and he was holding a howler in his hands. For a brief moment Gaspard wondered who he could have possibly upset enough to earn himself such a rude awakening. The fact that he didn’t really sleep was beside the point as far as he was concerned, it was the principle of the thing. Glaring at the steaming red envelope, Gaspard knew he had to open it, but for a brief moment he debated freezing it and shattering it against the wall, it would have been equally entertaining, he decided. Grumbling to himself the ice elemental thought better of it and broke the seal and scowled at the angry envelope. He did his best to tune out as much of the message as he could, but still had parts of it forcibly shoved into his eardrums thanks to its volume. And how had the howler found him here? He wasn’t even at home.

GASPARD!....11 P.M….YOU KNOW WHERE…AND YOU OWE ME 20 QUID. – LOVE JEAN LUC.

Jean Luc might might have been one of Gaspard’s few and oldest wizard friends, but there was no question at the moment that Gaspard was going to strangle the bastard for this genius idea of his. Had it been his own idea, Gaspard was sure he would have found it about as funny as Jean Luc probably thought it was right now. But again the blonde fell back to the principle of the thing, Jean Luc was in for a terrible surprise. What that surprise would be, Gaspard wasn’t sure, but he knew he’d think of something. He’d also probably been told to bring a guest, but that was going to be tricky since he wasn’t seeing anyone, and didn’t tend to bring anyone he was seeing, which was rare in itself, along to these kinds of parties.

But when Niko walked in Gaspard decided that he’d offer the older man an invitation, unsure of just how Niko would feel about going to a party hosted by Jean Luc, if he went at all. Niko and Jean Luc had met a few times before when they were kids, usually in the lobby of the nearest police precinct. The thought made him chuckle. Beyond bad timing for introductions, Jean Luc was actually a good man, he just happened to have a penchant for trouble that matched Gaspard’s. Caught between amusement and sleepiness Gaspard yawned and offered Niko a sly smile “So…I’m guessing you heard that? I don’t suppose you’d want to go?”

Niko had heard the howler going off and had absolutely no doubt as to who this particular missive must have been sent. Gaspard had a knack for bringing out the worst in people. It was a talent, really. It was useless on the older Incin elemental, who had known Gaspard literally since birth, but not everyone was immune. Of course, as soon as Niko heard who had sent the howler, he rolled his eyes and leaned on the door frame of Gaspard's rooms. He was certainly not a fan of Jean Luc, as he tended to be with Gaspard when he was in the deepest of troubles. But, to his credit, Jean Luc had never abandoned Gaspard in such troubles but stuck it out with him to the inevitable messy conclusions. For that fact, Niko had to give the other wizard a little credit.

"I fear what kinds of mischief you might get up to if I don't go," he commented dryly. After Gaspard's fight with @Pierce Lachapelle things had been surprisingly good for the two men. Things that needed to be said were finally let out into the open and it seemed like both of them were better off for it. "So, he did not say a location. I am assuming he is right and you will know where he intends to have this little party?" Niko gave Gaspard a teasing grin. "And don't forget that 20 quid." The older man gestured down at his attire: a tight black shirt, loose black workout pants, and thick black boots. "Do I need to change?" He asked. "Knowing Jean Luc we could be crashing a pureblood gala or sliding down a sewer."

“Well, nothing can be worse than that night Jean Luc and I had in Nice, can it? I mean, we are a bit older now.” The blonde reminded Niko with a grin, knowing that the older elemental would know exactly which event he was referring to – there hadn’t been a party of that magnitude since. They’d been sixteen and very, very, stupid and bold.

At Niko’s next question the blonde nodded, back to business “This is probably in the old factory just outside of wizarding Paris, where no muggles or anyone really goes? You know the one.” It was prized for it’s variation in buildings and accessories. It was great for parkour, but Gaspard wasn’t sure if he’d find time for it tonight. “you could probably change your pants, but beyond that, nobody will care what you’re wearing by the end of the night, so” He laughed and shrugged his shoulders as he finished speaking. Niko knew Jean Luc, he could figure out how the night was most likely to end.

The rest of the day flew by rather quickly for Gaspard, and before he knew it he was waiting for Niko to make up his mind about his attire, and when he was ready he gestured him towards the floo, stuffed them both inside, and called out the obscure address. When they’d come tumbling out of the fireplace all sooty and dusty, Gaspard brushed himself off, and lead Niko towards the sound of a well-kept party. It was only about a half hour past midnight, but everyone was feeling good. Not wanting to waste time, Gaspard grabbed two large mugs of something that looked, smelled, and tasted good, and handed one to Niko before moving on to find Jean Luc, and give him his twenty quid.  But before he could find Jean Luc, the man had found him, had taken his twenty quid that he'd dropped on the ground, and harangued both he and Niko into a drinking contest of some sort. Jean Luc never failed to please.