regulus a. black

Regulus let himself in, just as he always did. He wandered around for a moment, it was abnormally quiet, but he didn't think anything of it. Maybe no one was home, which wasn't an issue, he felt just as at home here than he did at his own house. Regulus made his way into the drawing room where he found one of the house elves. Smiling at the creature, he requested a drink as he sat down in one of the arm chairs, making himself comfortable. He had only been there for a few minutes before he heard footsteps growing closer. He sat himself up straight, wiped the smile off his face and waited patiently to see who was approaching. When Cygnus entered the room, his smile returned easily and he held up his glass. "Hope you don't mind, I helped myself to a drink." Regulus said, slumping back into his seat again. "And I hope you don't mind I dropped by unannounced, I needed some time away from the house."

"Indeed.” He agreed in a lazy drawl, only partly listening to what Regulus had said, still quite lost in his own thoughts. His gaze was glued to the empty pitcher, a drop of condensation slipping down the side, as he zoned out. He sighed heavily and finished his glass at Regulus’ question, knowing he would answer truthfully despite his instincts. He could tell by his tone that he was concerned, at least marginally, and really - why did Severus care if Sylar looked bad? “Let me get a refill first.” He nodded once, snagging the empty pitcher and making his way to the bar, using the time to collect his thoughts. 

He tapped absentmindedly at the bar top as he waited. Surely he could rely on Regulus’ discretion in the matter, couldn’t he? At least until he knew whether or not it was true. He supposed he was about to find out - it would be nice to bounce the idea off of someone other than Daisy. Returning, he set the pitcher down between them once more but held off on pouring himself another glass. “She thinks it was Flint.” He admitted dully, meeting Regulus’ gaze to try and glean anything from his reaction. “They, apparently, do not get along." 

Regulus nodded, he absolutely wasn't going to fight against someone else paying for his beer. As he sat at the table alone, he used the side of his thumb nail to trace along some slashes on the wood, trying not to let his mind wander too much. They drank the pitcher quickly and he could feel a buzz coming on. Good. He was desperate to get drunk. Taking another generous gulp of his drink, Regulus placed his glass back down just as Severus returned.

"Flint?" He echoed, brows furrowing at the name. "Sylar Flint?" He had to admit, that wasn't the name he was expecting to hear, though knowing Sylar, Regulus wouldn't put it past him. But he was curious, the two of them didn't get along? He had a hard time believing that anybody couldn't get along with Daisy, she was incredibly sweet. Perhaps that was the problem, though. Maybe she was too sweet. "Why don't they get along? Do you know?"

As Regulus pet him, Sirius nudged his head further into his hand, unable to help himself. This was easily the friendliest the two had ever been past the age of five - and he determinedly didn’t think about how only one of them knew it. Sirius let out a high pitched bark, slightly louder than before and wagged his tail in earnest at the praise. Even James would be the first to admit he had a better temperament as a dog, so he was unsurprised by Regulus’ words, although he was still pleased. I guess we can hang out for a bit. The words stabbed at him, equal parts elation and pain, and yet he knew he would stay. 

Eager as always to play the part of a faithful pooch, he perked his ears up once more at the word walk and danced lightly between his front paws. After all, it would be indescribably nice to stretch his limbs after laying out on the cold pavement for so long. He let out two short, excitable yips as he shook his fur out and then Regulus had turned and started off down the street, and Sirius dutifully followed. He trotted lightly to catch up as his brother turned, falling in to step on his right side and lifting his muzzle to sniff at the breeze as it blew by - happier than he’d felt in weeks.

Something felt a little off about this dog. It seemed like he could understand everything he was saying, and no matter how trained a dog was, it was odd that it was taking orders from a stranger. Regulus tried not to think about it too much, though, seeing as he found himself much more relaxed in the presence of this random dog than he had in quite some time. He never really did consider himself much of an animal lover, but perhaps getting a pet might help him get over what was going on between him and Sirius if a stray could make him loosen up this much.

He couldn't help but to smile down to him as they walked alongside each other, reaching down slightly to pat his head again. He was so well behaved, it was quite impressive. "Does anything around here look familiar to you?" Regulus asked, glancing around. He was half-tempted to knock on each door they passed by to see if the dog belonged to anyone, but for some reason he didn't want to part with him just yet. "Do you live at any of these houses? Maybe this one up here? They've got kids, do you have a big family?" Usually talking to animals made him uncomfortable, but there was just something special about this dog that made talking to him feel so easy.

Emma visibly brightened at the compliment, her eyes lighting up. It couldn’t be helped, really; she thrived from any sort of praise, and always had. Perhaps that made her selfish, to love listening to others remind her of things she already knew. Perhaps instead it was just the result of her upbringing, always showered with reminders she was the best, and admittedly she had been a bit starved of it with the absence of Fenrir. Still, Emma always felt different when they came from Regulus. As if she could always tell he really meant them. “Thank you.” She laughed, taking another sip of the bright drink in hand while she let her eyes roam over him. “I have to say, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

She took another sip, trying to place the taste - whatever it was, Emma was almost positive it was Maya that chose it. Whatever it was, it was strong. Hard not to feel the kick, but all the same. It was a party, after all. Glancing over her shoulder, Emma placed a hand on her friend’s shoulder to say goodbye before turning to follow Regulus away from the crowd surrounding them. For as much as Emma had found herself enjoying the very act of being around people again - it was a good cause - she still felt better around someone she actually liked. Her team was fine enough, but save for Lucinda, Regulus continued to be one of the few people it was easy to be around, less of an act to put on. “Not yet.” She admitted with a small shrug, readjusting her fingers around the glass as she pushed a curl behind her ear. “I was over there mostly because of Gwenog, she seems to be a master at blackjack.” Emma let out another laugh, tilting her head. “You said you’re not having fun - we should change that. What do you want to do?” 

Regulus felt himself straighten up slightly at her compliment, his smile growing more genuine. He knew he usually looked quite good, but it was nice to hear it. Especially coming from Emma. "Well, thank you." He replied, a small chuckle escaping him as he spoke. He could feel his bad mood starting to dissipate, it was so easy for him to relax in her presence. She always seemed to have that affect on him, though he never really knew how or why she could instantly put him in a good mood. He was glad he found her, though, she would be a great distraction from all of the confusion that had been going through his head over the past few days.

He watched her as she said goodbye to her friend, his smile widening when she turned back to him. He liked the fact that she would ditch her teammates for him, Regulus was more than happy to have all of her attention on him. Glancing back over to Gwenog, his eyebrows raised at the amount of chips she had in front of her. "She does seem like a master." He chuckled, taking another sip of his mystery drink. His shoulders shrugged again at her question. Really, simply being in her presence was enough for him. "Well," He started, glancing around and spotting an empty slot machine in the distance. "We could go press our luck at that machine over there." He nodded in the direction. It seemed as though people were intentionally avoiding that one, perhaps it had been charmed to never pay out. But he had tons of money at his disposal, and he'd be willing to spend it all on Emma if it would put a smile on both of their faces.

As much as Rita didn’t want to see him go, even for the short moment it took him to lock the door, she couldn’t help but grin as she leaned up on her elbows and watched. “A Black without his wand? I never thought I’d see the day.” She teased, having half a mind to simply sit and enjoy the view as he rid himself of his shirt. But patience had never been her strong suit, and she licked her lips as he drew closer, swallowing thickly. She reached up, unbuttoning the clasp at the back of her neck before she sat up further in order to snag him by the belt loops and pull him back to her. “Somewhere around here.” She murmured with a smirk, taking his hands in hers and placing them against her once more, eager. 

It was a strange feeling, interacting with Regulus when he knew that his brother had no idea what was really happening. It felt wrong, deceitful and would probably only leave Sirius more confused than before he had arrived - but at this point, what was done was done, and he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. As Regulus smiled at him, he opened his mouth in what was as close to a lopsided grin as he could manage. He’d never seen the expression turned on him before, not that he could remember. 

Lifting his head, he cocked it to the side and pricked his ears as Regulus went on. Well, he’d learned one thing, at least - his brother seemed to be a dog person, ironically enough. Sirius let out a soft sigh of a bark, pushing himself to his feet and indulging in a long stretch before he padded lazily toward the other. Being as large as he was, it only took a couple of steps to cross the small distance and he looked up at his brother questioningly, his tail wagging somewhat hesitantly as he waited to see whether or not he’d be welcome. 

It was strange - it seemed as though the dog was smiling back to him, almost as if it understood him. Perhaps he wasn't a stray, if he could get the gist of what he was saying, there was a chance there was some poor family out there missing their dog. He felt bad, and as the dog stood and took a couple of steps towards him, Regulus felt his eyes widen slightly. It was huge, but seemed friendly enough. Reaching a hesitant hand out, he patted the dog on the head lightly and chuckled softly. He never really considered himself a dog person, but he supposed they were better than cats.

"You seem pretty cool." Regulus said, his grin widening as he realized the dog wasn't going to attack him. "I guess we can hang out for a bit." He chuckled lightly, looking around to see if there was anybody around them. The street seemed empty, he wondered if the owners lived nearby and if they were out looking for him. Since the dog seemed so well behaved, perhaps he could get him to follow him on his walk. If they passed by his house, hopefully he would go home. "Wanna go for a walk?" Regulus asked, placing emphasis on the word walk in hopes that it would excite him. "C'mon." He turned taking a few steps up the street before turning around to see if the dog was following.

Alecto had surprised herself - she had survived the first Christmas without Amycus. Their first birthday apart had come and gone, and she had yet to join him wherever he was waiting. It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t shocked, and despite the excellent show Alecto made of things - to herself, to damn near anyone else - well. She was surprised. Somehow, the impossible seemed to have happened and things were beginning to get easier. In no small part due to the vices, the dependency on alcohol and breaking things. Alecto had gotten through the holidays primarily because she got to spend them drinking with Maya, but whatever the reason, she had done it. And, when things got particularly nasty Regulus had become never too far away. Another surprise, certainly the most unexpected, but all the same. 

She had been focused on her reflection in the bathroom mirror when the wards gave way - a light flickering, a tell that happened no matter where she was if someone showed up, and Alecto flicked her wand once again to finish her hair. Any urge to go see who might be mad enough to break in disappeared when she heard her name, giving her the chance to finish what she was doing. It would be hours before Maya’s party began, but her hair always took the longest anyway. Food and liquor - and then her name again. “Bloody hell, I’ll be right there!” Alecto called, chuckling quietly to herself as she inspected her reflection once again before heading down the hall. “Since when do I give a shit if you start without me?” She asked, dropping down beside him. Regulus was, save for Maya, the only person welcome anytime. Hell, he was the only person with a key. “Haven’t seen you in a minute, to what do I owe this honor?” Alecto smirked, the words more of a tease than much else as she reached for the firewhiskey, popping it open. 

Regulus laughed softly to himself at her response while he set up their food. He figured both of them would be drinking rather heavily at the party, they would need something in their stomach to keep them from getting sick. He wasn't sure if Alecto would think to eat beforehand, considering she usually had a million other things on her mind, so he figured while he was getting himself something to eat, he could pick up something for her, as well. "I would never start without you, my mother raised me better than that." Regulus chuckled, his words riddled with sarcasm. It wasn't as though she actually taught him anything - more like terrified him into doing anything less than proper.

Shrugging his shoulders at her question, Regulus reached forward and grabbed his food, turning his head to look at her. "Do I need an excuse to come over?" He scoffed, though the smile on his face was a clear tell that his offence was feigned. "Really, I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit. And show off my battle scars." He gestured towards his face, showing off his two black eyes. They were finally almost healed, turning an ugly brownish yellow colour, but he realized he hadn't had a chance to see her since the fight. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he hadn't sought out Alecto before, she was one of the only people he allowed to see a more vulnerable side of him. He talked to Severus about it, but he couldn't tell him how it really affected him. Alecto was the only person who could potentially understand.

"Okay.” She agreed easily, shrugging one shoulder. If she didn’t want to know, she wouldn’t ask. Simple as that. Gianna lived by a small set of very simple rules, and she was happier for it. Everything was too complicated nowadays - she simply woke up wanting to have a good day. “Ah, yes, Celestina.” She cooed, teasing and batting her eyelashes at him before dissolving into giggles. She considered his plan, following his line of sight to the man. Not her usual tastes, but she supposed that wasn’t really the point. “Hm.” She looked back to Regulus with a thoughtful nod, passing him her drink. “Hold this." 

Gianna lifted her chin, determined. Squaring her shoulders and setting her sights fully on him, she marched over, stopping right before him. In her defense, she did try to convince him to let them by first - "but it’s my birthday, she’s here for me” - but he wasn’t having any of it, and Gianna wasn’t patient enough to wear him down. But she could tell that Regulus had been onto something. After all, the man wasn’t blind, and even if he might not have let them past (yet), he wasn’t immune to her flirting. So with a single glance over her shoulder, she winked at Regulus before turning back to the man and pulling her shirt up. His eyes went wide and he simply nodded. Gianna smiled brightly as she readjusted herself, waving for Regulus to come on as the guard turned to lead them through the crowd. 

Regulus chuckled softly as she thrusted her drink into his hand, and his head shook lightly as she began to walk away. He admired her determination, it seemed as though she was willing to do whatever it would take to get them the chance to meet Celestina. Watching her intently as she marched up to the man, he took a few steps forward, lingering behind her just close enough to be able to hear what she was saying. Gianna was making a good case for herself, and honestly if he were in the other mans position, he would have let her by simply because it was her birthday. But he didn't seem to be so easily convinced, he must have heard that excuse a million times. 

The glance over her shoulder made Regulus' eyebrow raise slightly in confusion. He wondered idly what trick she was going to pull, surely she wasn't about to do what he suggested. He continued watching her, his jaw dropping when he realized she really did flash the man. Regulus blinked a couple of times, closing his mouth with a grin as he raced to catch up with her. "You really just did that." He laughed, handing her drink back to her. "You really just did that, I can't believe it. You're absolutely insane, you know that?" Insane, maybe, but without her, he wouldn't be this close to meeting his favourite entertainer.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing - or rather, why he was doing it. Sirius supposed one of the perks of being so completely unemployable was having a rather large amount of time he didn’t need to qualify to anyone. And yet - he knew that if his friends asked, he would lie. He wouldn’t tell them he was lurking around the small fence that blocked off number twelve as the abnormally large, scruffy black dog, and he certainly wouldn’t tell them he was really there waiting for a chance to see with his own eyes that Regulus was still okay.

His joints were aching from sitting statue like at his post at the end of the walk and he laid down slowly, laying his head down on his two front paws. He let loose a large sigh, watching as it blew a leaf away from him down the sidewalk. Sirius wasn’t sure how long he lazed there, napping in the sun, waiting - endlessly waiting - but then he saw him, down at the end of the street. He’d just wanted to see him, and now that he had, he told himself he would let him walk by and he’d leave. Sirius honestly wasn’t sure how Regulus even felt about dogs, but as he walked by he let loose a soft whine, unable to stop himself. And as his brother’s gaze found him, he wagged his tail.

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Regulus hated the fact that he was unemployed, it made for incredibly long and boring days. Lately he had spent most days in his bedroom, rearranging his furniture every few days just to have something new to look at. It seemed everybody in the house was growing annoyed with his constant presence, even Kreacher seemed to be avoiding him. It wasn't unusual for Regulus to go out for a walk in the evening, but there was something about tonight that was telling him it might be better for him to simply stay home. He chose to ignore that feeling, though, and headed out for his usual stroll around the neighborhood just to have something to do.

He was only a few steps out the door when he had noticed the strange looking dog up the road. It was huge, easily the largest dog he had ever seen with his own eyes, it looked scruffy and unkempt, and he assumed it was likely a stray. Regulus knew he should have just continued walking, it definitely wasn't smart to approach a stray dog, but he had nothing better to do. He figured, worst case scenario, if the thing bit him he, could visit Andromeda and she would help with no questions asked. Taking a couple of cautious steps towards the dog, Regulus couldn't help but to smile as he noticed his tail wagging. "Are you lost?" He asked, knowing damn well that there was no way it could answer him. "Do you need help finding your way home?"

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79 was already answered!

14. Are you psychic in any way?

“Absolutely not. Do you think if I could see the future I’d let myself get into the situations I get myself into? Besides, I don’t really believe in that shit.”

87. Do you keep a journal?

“No, I don’t see a point to it? Feels quite girly, if I’m being completely honest.”

90. What makes you angry?

“Everything? My brother, usually. People being disrespectful when it’s not necessary, people talking shit about my family. There’s a rather long list, I suppose, and I don’t really want to get too into it.”

99. Color of your bedspread?

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91. Do you like your own name?

“I’m incredibly happy that I was given the family tradition of being named after a star, despite being adopted. However, it’s definitely not my favourite name in the family.”

79. Who was your first real crush?

“Honestly, it was Emma. When I caught a glimpse of her on the train in first year I had to do a double-take, she was absolutely gorgeous. Of course we’re friends now, however, my opinion of her hasn’t changed, I still think she’s stunning.”

50. Left or right handed?

"Yeah, well, sometimes karma needs a little help.” Severus snarled, scoffing as he turned his head, taking in the rest of the nearly empty pub as he thought. Since when was anything down to some half assed, made up concept? Fate, karma, destiny… They all had no place in his life - little more than daydreams thought up by people too weak to take control of their own lives. Was it his karma at six years old that made it fall to him to bear the brunt of his father’s anger? Or to become a punching bag for a bunch of boys he’d never met before when he was thirteen? No. Severus Snape did not believe in karma. But rather than get riled up and rehash the problems of his own sordid past, he poured himself another drink and sighed, trying to expel his pent up anger with it. 

Severus raised one of his own eyebrows in response. “Were you expecting more?” He drawled, snorting a derisive laugh into his glass as he lifted it to his lips for another long drink. They’d need another pitcher, for sure. He glared at Regulus over the top of his pint, rolling his eyes as he set it down. “Thanks.” He murmured sarcastically, before taking a deep breath and settling back, contemplative. “That is the question though, isn’t it?” He mused, far from actually being offended. In fact, he rather agreed with Regulus. There would be very little payoff to impersonate him, and he wondered if it wasn’t nothing more than a cruel prank. He sighed again, more tiredly this time. “Yeah, she’s fine.” He waved away Regulus’ concern. But would she stay fine? He wondered idly, frowning.

Severus was right, there were a lot of things that Sirius had done to both of them that he seemingly just gotten away with. Hell, not even just gotten away with, but he had so much more than either one of them ever had. But, Regulus was trying his best to get over it. Sirius wasn't going to be a problem for him anymore, he wasn't going to let his anger towards his brother control him any longer. Making a conscious decision not to comment on the matter any more, he hoped that Severus wouldn't think it was odd. The two of them had bonded over their mutual hatred for Sirius, after all, so maybe he would pick up on it. Either way, Regulus really didn't want to talk about his brother anymore.

Topping up his glass with the remainder of the pitcher, he shrugged slightly. "I suppose just fine is better than not fine." Actually, knowing Severus, him saying that things were fine probably meant that things were going quite well. Furrowing his brows, he stared at him for a moment. Regulus couldn't think of even one person that would want the two of them broken up, perhaps it was somebody attempting to look out for Daisy. Although, he could think of an endless list of people who would likely do something like this just for fun. "D'you know who it was? Or have any ideas?" He questioned, sounding a little concerned. Honestly, if it were anybody else telling him this, he likely would have laughed about it, but he actually really liked Daisy and didn't like the idea of anybody hurting her simply for being with Severus.

“Of course I’m not wrong.” Severus scoffed, rolling his eyes as his hands gripped his glass tighter, getting riled up about it all over again now that it was at the forefront of his mind. He scowled into his beer, relaxing his grip and stretching his fingers once he noticed he was quite literally white knuckling the thing. The last thing he needed was to go back to Daisy with another injury, let alone from shattering a glass due to nothing but his own temper. “We should put him in his place.” He grumped, taking a long drink before meeting Regulus’ gaze once more. “Six feet under.” He murmured darkly, his eyes drifting over his friend’s bruises. He didn’t know which made him angrier - the fact that Sirius had hit Regulus, or himself. 

He let out a blustery sigh, shrugging slightly at the mention of Daisy. “Fine.” Severus leaned forward, placing his chin in his palm. Honestly, things had been going rather well lately - their last real argument having been at the festival, but it had been peaceful since. Severus snorted, about to mention the free pass he’d been given for the weekend when another memory surfaced, one that had slipped his mind while he’d been worked up over Sirius, but it was undoubtedly more troubling. “You know someone impersonated me and broke up with her?” He asked, expression darkening again. Daisy had mentioned her suspicions, and he had to admit he thought she may be right, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to air them out loud. Not just yet, anyway. After all, Sylar was one of their own, and he was fairly certain that Regulus’ opinion of the man was much higher than his own. No, it was best to feign ignorance on that particular front. After all, he wasn’t certain it was him, anyway. “Had a right time calming her down after that one." 

Regulus kept his head tilted downward as Severus spoke, though his eyes grew slightly wide at his words. If this were a few weeks ago, hell, even a few days ago, he would have easily agreed that they should put Sirius in his place. But a lot can change in a few days, and that wasn't what he wanted for his brother anymore. He shrugged his shoulders, returning his features to a more neutral expression before glancing back up to him, being sure to be careful with what he said next. He couldn't admit to anybody, especially not Severus, that he actually wanted to see Sirius do well for himself. "I'm sure he'll get what's coming to him one way or another." Regulus said, taking another drink from his glass before setting it down. "Karma works in mysterious ways."

Tilting his head slightly, Regulus' eyebrow cocked slightly at his answer. "Just fine?" He questioned, almost surprised by the answer. Surely things were going better than just fine if they were still together, but he supposed he shouldn't have expected more of an answer from Severus. His next words were concerning, however, and a puzzled look overtook him. "Someone impersonated you?" He asked, clearly in disbelief. "Who would want to impersonate you?" It sounded more like an insult than he had intended, but it was still difficult to believe. Why would anybody want to break them up? Regulus really didn't see any issues with the two of them being together - Daisy was a pureblood, a Code Two, and she was actually very good for Severus, in his own opinion. So why would somebody go out of their way to try to break them up? "She's alright, yeah?" He questioned, feeling quite bad for her. Even though she was good for Severus, perhaps he wasn't very good for her if she would be subject to such cruelty.

As Regulus moved her leg around him, she shimmied slightly, trying to get them as close as possible. She inhaled sharply as he moved to her ear, his words sending a shiver of desire down her spine. Anything you want. She had to admit, it wasn’t a turn of phrase she was used to hearing, but she liked it. “Famous last words, Black.” Rita purred, but what did she want? To lose herself for a while? To bury her problems until the morning? Or to simply not think and just do? After all, they were still celebrating, weren’t they? Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to, for once, lay her cards on the table. “I want you.” She whispered, almost afraid to admit it. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, searching for something more than the fabric separating them. If he was letting her call the shots, she might as well take advantage. Her fingers danced along his collar, undoing the top button deftly and moving quickly to the next until there was enough space for her to slip her hands against his skin with a soft sigh. She moved to kiss a line down his neck, murmuring against his skin. “Lock the door.”

Gianna frowned slightly as he shushed her, although it faded quickly and her brows knit in fleeting concern as she took in his almost healed bruises with a new curiosity as he mentioned his brother, who also happened to be sporting a rather grisly looking black eye. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the two didn’t get along, especially not for someone who saw Sirius drunk as much as she did. "Do I want to know?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. But as he brushed it off, she let him. She wasn’t one to poke and prod at someone’s personal life if they didn’t want her to know - but should he change his mind, she hoped he knew he could talk to her. 

“Either way, I’m glad you came.” She smiled brightly at him as they resumed their hunt, turning quickly to follow his line of sight, although she needn’t, really, as the two men in question were considerably larger than most around them. “No, they’re mine.” She replied quickly, recognizing them at once. Gianna bit her lip as she appraised them, smirking mischievously. Hired wasn’t really the right term, but they were here at her request, at any rate. “I mean, not bodyguards. They’re, uh…. let’s call them a contingency plan.” She giggled, shrugging a bit too innocently, before her eyes landed on a third man. “That one isn’t mine, though.” She pointed out the wizard in all black, looking far too uptight to be here for a party and figured he must be with Celestina. “Alright, one of us is gonna have to start flirting.” She leveled seriously, turning back to Regulus. “What do you think?" 

Regulus shook his head at her question, rolling his eyes slightly. "Trust me, you don't." He answered easily. There wasn't enough time in the world to give her the entire backstory of him and Sirius, plus he didn't want to ruin her night by talking about his family drama. It was her birthday, after all, the least he could do was fake a smile for her. Although, now with their mission to track down Celestina, it was much less of a fake smile than it had been before Gianna found him. "I'm glad I came, too. Otherwise I wouldn't be here hunting down Celestina with you." Turning his head towards her, he flashed her a genuine smile before turning his eyes back out to scan the crowd again.

Raising his eyebrows, he was slightly surprised to hear that she had her own bodyguards. Did she really expect the night to be so crazy she needed people to protect her? Though his expression softened slightly, he supposed it was rather smart of her to have some sort of back up plan if things did end up going down hill. Moving his eyes to the third man, he nodded his head, giving him an appraising glance. "Y'know, normally I would agree with you, however I feel like that man has been flirted with so much in his time as a bodyguard. I think we'll have to go a little more... risqué." Regulus smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at her slightly, "I think you might have to flash him, Gia. Give the man something more than some heartless flirting."