undergrounds | Roddy's Birthday Rave! Backdated to August 31

As far as Roddy was concerned, there was only one thing to do if you won a bunch of money right before your birthday, and that was to throw a massive rave. There was alcohol (mostly beer and booze set out for people to help themselves to), music (which he took over and was the DJ for part of the night, though most of the night he focused more on enjoying the party himself), low lights and glow sticks.

Of course, the low lights was a given, considering the fact that Roddy was throwing the party in an abandoned warehouse in a remote part of town. Sure, he just won a bunch of money, but he didn't want to blow it all on this party, and besides...abandoned warehouses just felt traditional for this sort of party. Other than that, he set it up so people could drink, dance, and have a good time, and if they wanted to bring anything more illegal than alcohol that was fine, too, as long as Roddy continued to have plausible deniability.

Naturally, he'd made sure his friends in Hillingdon and the East End Pack knew about the rave, although he'd made it very clear that it was open to everyone, figuring it could spread by word of mouth from there.

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"Of course!" Roddy clearly wasn't concerned with Dodger showing up late. Now, if he showed up late when Roddy was supposed to be getting away from a heist, then he'd care. But here? Not so much. "Thanks. I was able to go big this year with my winnings."

And it was something he'd likely not get many chances to do, so he was pretty happy with the situation.

"I see that. Congrats, by the way. Didn't find ya on the day," the Dodger shrugs. He did try but with the crowds and other factors he just found himself going back to the den earlier than he had planned. It was not that unusual.

"Thanks. It was awesome beating a bear."

Okay, it wasn't like he directly beat a bear in a fight or anything. They just both lost their first round in the fight, and naturally a rat is better at escaping a room.

"Mogget was there. I got lucky, though. He didn't try to out me or anything."

It probably was for the best if he and Dodger weren't seen together, though. Had he tried to out Roddy, Roddy could at least try to claim he must have seen another rat shifter, since he wasn't spotted in human form. Even though Mogget clearly recognized him regardless, Roddy figured it was probably for the best that the two of them weren't seen together.

Mogget... The Dodger gives a shrug.

"Reckon it ain't right for the witches to be keepin' him like that," he said after a minute or two. "I get he could have us thrown in the lockup, but..." There was a pause, and he just shrugged. "Dunno, must be my generous human nature playin' up."

"Yeah, I guess he could have."

Sure, it would have been his word against Roddy's, but didn't fae like...not lie or something? Maybe it was because Mogget wasn't expressly ordered to turn him in. And of course, it was entirely possible that Mogget wasn't that bad of a guy, aside from his unnecessary sewer comments. Comments that certainly didn't merit enslavement.

"Definitely not right that they're keeping him like that."

Unfortunately, Roddy knew too little about witches to really understand how they kept fae bound against their will. Only that they could.

"He's gotta do what he's ordered," there's a shrug, "that collar shows he's stuck." There's a silence because, well, it's like being in the lock-up, really, only in Mogget's case there's no chance of a break out.

"Anyway! How old you meant to be now?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure there's got to be more to letting him go than just taking it off."

After all, wouldn't someone have done that by now if that was all that was needed? Either some fae, wanting to help another of their kind, or some enemy of Samantha's, wanting to deprive her of a valuable tool.

Anyway, onto the subject of his age. "I'm nineteen."

So a bit older than Dodger, who probably was a bit young to be at a party with alcohol, but then...well, he was already getting involved with dangerous heists at his age, so it was a bit late to worry about bad influences at this point.

"Don't reckon it's that simple. All sort of magic attached to that, probably." Well, it's what Fagin would do, if the Dodger thought on it. Make a thing look simple, but put in some very nasty happenings if it ever managed to happen.

"That one of the important ones?" He really has no idea.

He figured as much. After all, if that was all it took, there's be no way witches could reliably hold onto familiars.

Was nineteen one of the important ones? Roddy gave Dodger a look, like he was wondering why he wouldn't already know the answer. "No. Not really. I just wanted to go big because I had extra money."

Well, the fear of the Fae retaliating against everyone could probably do it, but nah, had to be more on the thing than just a collar.

"Oh. Right. Never celebrate birthdays at the den." He said it with a casual shrug.

"The den?"

They'd never really talked much about Dodger's personal life.

"Place where I lay my head."

The Dodger, as a general rule, does not talk about his personal life. Mentioning the den is fine, though, it's just the place he stays. He'll never show where it is.

Roddy's Birthday Rave! Backdated to August 31 - Open to all

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