Gabrielle fastened her robes over her costume and slid the window open. The window creaked a little bit and she paused, listening for any signs of stirring. There was nothing, so she slid one leg over the ledge and then the other, scooting out to the edge. It was too far to just drop down, though, especially in heels.

"'Elp me down," she whispered to Baxter.

Baxter frowned, but took out his wand and helped her down. "I was surprised you owled."

"Well, I felt like 'aving a bit of fun, and your name came to mind. What can I say?" She glanced up at her window and back at him. "We 'ad better go."

Baxter shrugged and began to walk towards the edge of the property. "Where to?" He held out a hand ready to side-along.

"Anywhere but 'ere," she paused for a moment and took his hand. "And not Asphodel."

"Works for me. Not welcomed there anyway." He pulled her towards him and quickly apparated to another club, a bit further into Diagon, closer to Knockturn. "This good?" He gestured to the sign. Stardust.

She smirked. "Stardust? I like ze sound of zat. Come on, you can buy me a drink."

He watched her walk in the door, admiring the view. Her costume leaving very little to the imagination. Oh, he would buy her a drink, quite a few if he had it his way. And perhaps the night would bring something unexpected.

She shot a sultry look over her shoulder as she pushed her way through the crowd of party-goers and perched on a stool near the bar. When the bartender asked what she wanted, her mind went blank; she'd only ever had a few sips of Firewhisky and wine. She ordered a shot -- she was going to prove that she wasn't a child -- and waited for Baxter to catch up.

Baxter found her next to the bar, nursing a two fingers worth of firewhisky in a tumbler. Raising an eyebrow at her choice of drink, he ordered himself a lager and angled his body so he was facing her. "So if you're going as Alice in Wonderland, what does that make me, doll?"

"I think zat makes you ze Mad 'Atter," she replied with a grin. She leaned forward slightly and upped the wattage of her smile. Men normally got a bit foggy headed when she did that, and she liked it.

Grinning at her, Baxter put a hand on her knee and leaned in close. "Well, happy un-birthday then." He kissed her cheek.

"Merci," she said, hoping to feel something -- a little spark, a tingle, anything -- instead she smiled. "I am ze un-birthday girl, and I need another drink."

He pulled back. "Anything for the un-birthday girl." He glanced at the bartender. "Get the girl a Sex on the Beach." Baxter turned back towards Gabrielle. "You'll like it, I promise."

"Sex on the Beach? Sounds wonderful to me," she said with a small smile.

"Well, if you insist." Baxter reached out, twisting a lock of her hair in his fingers. "You might get a bit cold, but that's what warming charms are for."

The bartender set the drink down in front of her and she smiled at him, he was rather cute too, and took a sip. "Well, you were right. I do like Sex on the Beach." They sat in silence for several minutes before Gabrielle took his hand. "Let's dance," she said, leading him to the floor.

Baxter let himself be led to the dance floor. Truth be told, he wasn't much of a dancer, but all he had to do was stand there, hands on her hips and let her move. Cheapest lap dance he was ever going to get.

Gabrielle moved against him and found herself being pushed closer and closer by the crowd until they were pressed together. She didn't stop moving, though. She was pushing the limit and finding that she enjoyed it.

Running his hands down her back, Baxter toyed with the idea of taking her into a side alley and having his way with her. Her costume certainly made it easy enough. But no. Tonight was Halloween and the aurors would be out in full force and he for one, didn't want to be charged with performing a lewd act.

"What do you think, doll?" He shouted over the music. "Want to go someplace quieter? More private?"

She laughed. "I could be convinced," she shouted back.

Grinning, he took her hand and weaved through the crowd until they were standing on the street. "So where to, mademoiselle?"

She hummed and glanced around. They were a bit too far out of the main thoroughfare for her comfort, not to mention the parade of costumed revelers, and she shivered. "Maybe I 'ad best go 'ome."

"But I thought you wanted to have fun?" He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

She glanced around, looking for an excuse and smiled. "Maybe next time, when zere are no so many people around." She pressed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "When we can be all alone."

"We can be alone at my..." Baxter trailed off at the look on the blonde's face. "No? Back to your place so mummy and daddy can tuck you in?" He stepped away from her, just a bit, before apparating them to Shell Cottage. Making sure she was on the other side of the wards he made his way back to Diagon Alley. Perhaps he could find a more willing partner there.

Gabrielle sighed and turned to contemplate her bedroom window. She wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school, she she'd have to climb, or go in the front door. With a disgusted sighed, she opened the door and inched in, praying that her family was still asleep.

"'Ello, Gabrielle Elodie." Fleur sat in the living room, her silk dressing gown pulled tight against her body as Fabian nursed. "A bit late to be out, no?"

Gabrielle whirled, her jaw dropping. "Fleur. Pourquoi êtes-vous toujours éveillé?"

"Fabian. 'E was 'ungry. A good question is why are you down 'ere and not up zere." Her eyes flicked towards the area of the ceiling where the younger girl's bedroom was located.

"I-" she trailed off, unable to think of an excuse. "I snuck out, and went to a," she paused again, not wanting to admit that she'd gone to a bar. There was only so much she was willing to say. "Party."

Fleur raised an eyebrow. "Go up zee stairs, Gabrielle, and get rid of zat obnoxious costume, before I decide to let Bill find it." Of course, she still might let her husband find the blue frilly dress, with a few charm-assisted alterations of course.

Gabrielle squealed and ran over to hug her close. "Merci!" she said, dashing up the stairs.

Summary: Gabrielle sneaks out for a night of fun, but gets caught by her sister coming home.