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At Marcus' laugh a little chuckle escaped George's lips. He liked seeing this side of the normally stoic Slytherin - it was different and proved the other man actually was human after all. George wasn't too worried about kissing Marcus in public, particularly in the club. There were spells in place that stopped people from talking too much about it in the outside world - couldn't have someone ratting them out to the Ministry. With the political climate at the moment, there was no doubt the George and his Twin would be arrested if the Ministry were to find out.

"You want to give them a picture?" George asked, although making no move to step back from the Chaser. "There's a camera behind the bar that makes instant pictures." He wasn't sure whether Marcus would know what a Polaroid was, given it was a Muggle invention, but surely he knew what a camera was - so that was the best explanation George could give. George didn't mind waiting if Marcus wanted to go please his fans. It was part of the job of being a Professional Quidditch Player - but then again, the Falcon wasn't exactly known for being the most friendly player in the league.

His eyebrows furrowed together a little, trying to remember someone called 'Min'. It was probably a nickname but George couldn't work out who it belonged to. "You mean Dominic Montague?" George emphasised on the 'min' part of Dominic. "He was..." Blue eyes scanned the crowd. "There." He nodded in the direction of the newest Falcon, who was leaning against a wall and chatting to a familiar looking blonde.

"Naww, he found a playmate. Remember her?" George turned back to the Chaser with a little grin. The blonde was the same one that was all over Marcus on his first visit to the club. "He looks busy. Best not to bother him, yeah?"

At the question George smirked and looked up in the direction of the VIP rooms. "They're private." He murmured, knowing Marcus already knew that the rooms were. "Also an office up there... very solid desk..." He let the sentence hang, allowing the idea to filter through Marcus' intoxicated mind.