GP: Saturnalia Grand Opening

[goodfellow]

It had taken considerably longer than Robin anticipated, thanks to some building code issues that had pushed back his renovations by months, but following the thrown together "preview" on New Year's Eve (that had gone very well if he did say so himself), Saturnalia was finally officially open for business.

The inside of the club looked somewhat different than it had in January: more polished now, better decorations, furniture, lighting. There was still Greek inspiration, particularly in the murals on the walls - modern, graffiti-inspired versions of Greek art and myths, bright colors splashed amidst chrome industrial decor. Most of the employees (bartenders, dancers) were wearing togas.

The grand opening was a hot ticket, but Robin had sent out invitations generously, and instructed the bouncers at the door to let in the beautiful people as usual, yes, but to be rather random about it as well. After all, what was the fun in only the rich and beautiful?

Alcohol was free flowing, and the music was hot, spun by a DJ on a stage who seemed to have the perfect sense of the crowd. He may have even had a little help by magic. Because why leave these things to chance?

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[goodfellow]

Despite the rest of the club's employees in togas, the proprietor was in a well fitted suit red suit jacket and jeans that fit him like a second skin, with the collar of his shirt wide open to reveal a number of necklaces hanging about his neck holding pendants of what appeared to be very old coins. Throughout the evening he seemed incredibly pleased with himself, and at some point he did just as he had at the party on New Years: jumped up onto the stage with the DJ and yelled,"Drink more!" to loud applause. "And dance!" And then he shot a glitter cannon out into the crowd, blanketing them in gold sparkles before jumping down again.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus was not here for drink or dance though, he was here for one thing and one thing only- The puck.

He wore a simple black suit, though only because he knew his current uniform of paint splattered shirts and jeans wouldn't be welcome here, and he watched the puck descend from the stage before slowly making his way over.

"Another opening? Will there be one for each season?" the titan asked, forgetting for a moment that his face had changed since they'd last spoken, and that Robin may not recognize him right away.

[thenorthman]

Eric made a face as glitter spread through the crowd, some of it catching on him. Later, when he found his way to Robin, he greeted him with, "And now I'm a sparkling fucking vampire."

[codenamemilady]

"You're looking especially enticing tonight, Robin," Milady said as she slid into the space next to him. The deep red of his jacket matched the wine she sipped and her mood, or the mood she wanted to present. If she remembered correctly, she hadn't seen him since New Year's Eve, and then they'd had other distractions and hadn't spoken. "Does this mean you're pleased with your new venture?"

[finlay_flynn]

Fin was on his third drink, and though he'd abandoned his jacket, the rest of his outfit (jewellery included) was holding up well, despite the dancing he'd done and minor spats he'd had.

He grinned when he spotted Robin heading his way, walking right up to the puck and catching him around the waist.

"Well, aren't you looking pretty tonight," he grinned.

[finlay_flynn]

Since the change, Fin walked a little taller- Not just in posture, but in actual height. Having his fae blood restored had done some odd things to him, but the most noticeable was the added inch or so of height. Fin still wasn't tall, but he was no longer so noticably petite. He was still all bones, but he seemed less skeletal now and more elegant. Striking, even.

His skin still had an ever so slightly blue hint to it, as did the whites of his eyes, but otherwise he looked much healthier now. Less likely to be knocked over by a strong breeze.

He'd arrived wearing leather trousers and shoes, paired with a sheer blouse and a simple black jacket, with a subtle hint of shimmer. Though the most noteworthy part of his ensemble was the necklace he'd chosen... A collar. Elegant, yes, but also aggressive, heavy looking- Certainly eye catching.

He'd spent most of the night dancing with his friend, and fellow actor, Richard Gayles, but had retired to the bar when some pretty young woman had caught Richard's eye.

He was leaning against it now, drink in hand as his gaze raked over the sea of people, searching for someone to make his evening a bit less dull.

[thenorthman]

As far as Eric was concerned, the most noticeable change to Fin wasn't his height, but his scent. Strong, powerful, the sort to make him want to drop his fangs then and there, never mind the silver collar around his neck.

Of course, Eric had much better self-control than that.

He walked over with a curious expression. "You smell new." Reborn into something much, much more delicious.

[sunsongs]

Coby had been on his way to the bar when he noticed Fin. Fin looking a hell of a lot better than he had the last time they ran into each other at a club. By some miracle, the bartender got to him just as Coby stepped up to the bar, and he ordered a vodka tonic before looking more appreciatively over Fin. "You look good, Fin."

[just_hex]

Hex had come alone. He'd enjoyed New Year's and was glad to join in the festivities. The club looked miles better and the DJ spun tight tunes.

Unlike New Year's, he had a drink. But he wasn't pissed. He was taking his time. So he was at the bar when Fin came over and the first thin he noticed was the collar.

"Will put that on you?" he asked. It was remarkably inappropriate he he felt a flare of jealousy.

[winter_wisp]

Winter was right in the middle of the dance floor, moving as though the music was in his blood, moving his limbs for him.

With his shock-white hair and unusual attire, he was hard to miss, and he'd accumulated a very small group of admirers who were all dancing with or near him. Some simply enjoying his energy, others attempting to catch his eye.

Winter wasn't interested in them though- He only paid anything other than the music any mind when someone approached that made his spine tingle. Someone familiar? Someone his body desired? Curious, he stopped dancing to turn his head and see.

[harrowgate]

Felix had earned one of those coveted invitations, and melted into the club past the door staff with barely a glance, and of course, with Shannon at his side. He wouldn't have missed the opening of Robin's club for anything in the world -- but he didn't dream of attending alone.

Though he wasn't here to prowl tonight, Felix still dressed as though he were, in a skin-tight shirt of nearly shocking raspberry with only the absolute necessary buttons done up to his breastbone to keep it on him. Expensive charcoal denim jeans with swirling patterns around the hips and groin looked nearly painted on his slender frame. A delicate silver chain glittered at his throat, while faceted silver hoops of graduated size glimmered in his ears among heavy crimson curls.

He lost Shannon in the crowds for a little while, passed too near the glitter cannon, and when he found himself moving out on the dance floor, he was lightly dusted all over with sparkling silver and gold, like magic shimmering over his porcelain skin.

[thenorthman]

Eric was looking at the glitter that had settled on himself, and he brushed his down one forearm, knowing very well that he would be unable to get it all off; that was the curse of glitter. But a scent hit his nose, and he looked up to find Felix weaving through the crowd. His smile was small, but genuine, despite how much silver he was wearing. "You've been hit as well," he noted, when he caught the Cabaline's eye. "The glitter," he added helpfully.

[codenamemilady]

A glittery handprint shimmered against the black of Milady's dress, compliments of someone who'd grabbed her arse on the dance floor. Not that she could've said which someone, even if she'd known the handprint was there.

Stopping at the bar, she ordered a glass of burgundy, and sipped at it as she looked for familiar faces in the crowd. An opening like this was, in part, about seeing and being seen, and there was bound to be someone of interest in the club. Most likely several.

[wandandawolf]

Remus was lounging against the bar, drink in hand, eying the crowd. Sirius was out there...somewhere....trying to pull, probably. Definitely. You'd think a man who'd jumped three decades and essentially returned from the dead would have the wherewithal to slow down, but Remus didn't believe Sirius knew what that meant. Which was why Sirius needed him, of course.

As it was, Remus was dressed in a slightly poncy brown leather jacket, grey denims, and sneakers. It was comfortable and just stylish enough for a club. He had his own style which Sirius didn't really understand, and was not for the first time, very glad of it.

Remus was very aware of the scents in the air, the solidity of the bar against his side and under an elbow, the sounds, the bitter tang of the alcohol on the back of his tongue. Even two weeks from the full moon, it still left him feeling too much, skin too tight, and sensations too bold to be contained. He scoured the crowd with a certain predatory look in his eyes for anyone he knew.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius had finished his third (or was it fourth? He probably should have eaten more before they came) drink and was heading back to the bar for another when he spotted Remus, almost as if he was waiting for him. His face lit up in a happy grin as he made his way to his friend, flicking sweat-dampened hair from his face as he slung an arm round Remus' shoulders. "Having fun?" he asked in his ear, breathing deep and reveling in the familiar scent of him.

[toujours_impur]

Despite not having an invite, Sirius hadn't found it too difficult to get himself and Remus into the club. He hadn't even had to use any charms, which was good because Remus always got so tetchy about that sort of thing.

Now that he was inside and had a drink in his hand, he was ready to enjoy himself. Clad all in leather, with a distressed t-shirt that had actually come that way from the shop, if you could believe it, he knew he looked good as he moved through the crowds, ready to catch an eye and toss a flirtatious smile back round every turn. He'd misplaced Remus at some point between the bar and the dance floor, but he was sure he would find him again at some point.

[thenorthman]

Of course Eric had come, after receiving the invitation. He needed regular breaks from the necessarily Gothic atmosphere of the Blood Diamond, and Robin Goodfellow might prove a useful friend to have. Besides, Eric was curious to see what kind of club he would open - other than a hedonist one.

All nightclubs were about one form of hedonism or another, if they were done right.

Despite the chill, Eric hadn't bothered taking a jacket with him. Dressed in black pants and a blue-grey v-neck t-shirt, he walked to the front of the line and held up his invitation, and was immediately let in. The night was well on its way, and the crowd seemed a good one. Eric moved on its edge, watching the dancers, and the murals.

[kersen]

As Eric watched everything else, there was a long moment when Kersen was watching him, from across the dance floor. He wasn't surprised to see him here, but there was always still something worth admiring about him.

"I take it you're not worried about the competition?" was the first thing he said when he came over, gliding through the crowd, his entire body movement slightly different since he was in drag. He had already been mistaken for a woman several times tonight, he was fairly certain. He didn't really care either way.

[hardertohide]

Dutch had heard about the opening of a hot new club, and of course she'd shown up. She'd waited in line, dressed in ripped skinny black jeans and combat boots, and a simple black tank with a white x-cross on the front. She had recently redone the black streaks on the tips of her hair, and she wore dark eye make-up, a typical punk girl, down to slightly chipped black nail polish. She had no idea whether this place liked punks, but she was about to find out. It turned out a few smiles and jokes with the bouncer were enough for the bouncer to let her in, and she gave him one last grin as she walked inside.

The truth was, she had no idea whether this punk would like this place, but she felt increasingly restless these days, unable to get anywhere with Em's issues and needing to let go and, like D had said, cut loose. So it didn't matter if she didn't like the music as much, she thought to herself after checking her leather jacket at the cloakroom, as long as she could drink, dance, and possibly score a little something on the side.

She could most often be found on the dancefloor, not giving a shit about much of anything but enjoying the moment. When she took a break to get a drink, she tended to go for shooters. She didn't want to spend too long drinking anything on the side of the party. No, she wanted to be in the thick of it.

[toujours_impur]

Sirius had lost his jacket and his shirt a while back, being far too hot for either after spending a fair amount of time on the dance floor. The jacket had been checked, but the tee had been carelessly shoved down the back of his leather trousers, and it hung rather like a tail as he moved to the music, dancing with whoever would let him.

He turned and saw her, his smile widening as he took her in from head to toe and smoothly moved through the crowded floor to dance next to the woman with a grin, not saying anything as he shifted a little closer. It was a silent invitation that could as easily be rejected as accepted, depending on whether she reciprocated.

[kersen]

Kersen was rarely in drag outside of his own bar, and so he appreciated the occasional excuse. Remembering how many people had been there in January, he'd gone with something not that elaborate. Not much fabric, with fuck-me boots and legs for days. He went with dark makeup, a little goth - he might as well look like a vampire, that's what he was after all.

He also knew that there were men there who mistook him for a woman when they danced with him, but he didn't care as long as it went no farther than dancing.

But every drink he was offered he turned away, and he found himself so terribly tempted to find someone who wouldn't mind a bite... sometimes, despite his own conscience, he wished that he had Eric's ability to glamour people into forgetting. No wonder that always seemed so easy.

[anamusebouche]

If Hannibal had known his thoughts, he would have applauded Kersen's looser morals. A vampire should be a vampire, after all. He smiled whren he spotted his friend, dancing with a man who clearly mistook him for a woman. But he approached him later, when he stood alone for a moment.

"Kersen, good to see you my friend," he said and leaned over o kiss the slightly taller drag.

[whispersoflove]

Anael had asked Coby this one favour, to pray to him on the day of the opening, so that he would be sure not to miss it, if he could get away. He had been able to, and he'd joined Coby at his flat before they made their way over together, and had had a drink together.

When Coby had wanted to dance, Anael had let him go. He had no love for dancing himself, only watching others, and it was what he did now, a glass of wine in hand, watching Coby lose himself so beautifully to the music.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique was wearing her true self tonight, in a white lace vintage babydoll dress and an assortment of retro jewelry, her hair long and dark and curling down her back. Her lips were the shade of red that Robin had bought for her, and her eyes were darkly lined and winged in an homage to the 1970's style of her outfit tonight.

When she managed to find a tiny space in the crowd to breathe, she was started to find she was facing someone she recognized. "Hani," she exclaimed, startled, without thinking. Would he even recognize her like this?

[sunsongs]

Praying to Anael to join him for the opening of Robin's club was something Coby would've done whether the angel had asked it of him or not. They had good memories of New Year's Eve there, after all, and tonight they could make more. Coby knew better than to try to get Anael to dance with him, but that was okay. Anael enjoyed watching Coby and everyone else dance, so it worked out for both of them.

At some point, Coby had lost his vest – waistcoat, whatever, London – and his blue shirt was maybe half buttoned, but still mostly tucked into his jeans. A mix of necklaces, pendants on silver chain and leather cord lay on the vee of bared chest, with more silver and leather around his wrists. He'd avoided a blast from the glitter cannon so far, but not everyone he'd danced with had, and when the lights hit just right he seemed to glow. He wasn't ready for a break, but he could feel buzz under his skin and pull on his back warning the wings wanted to come out, so he made his way to the bar for a bottle of water first, followed by a kamikaze.

"Some opening, huh?" he asked with a smile for the person next to him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael smiled at Coby, eyes glinting bright. "It's lovely. And it's very... Robin," he finished with a fond, happy grin. The murals, in particular, were so very like the puck, or rather the image the puck wanted to give.

[anamusebouche]

Of course it was Alcuin who had persuaded him to come. This was not Hannibal's scene. Having said that, and having been persuaded quite effectively, he had opted for a white suit, to fit the theme. Well, let it not be said he couldn't be game once in a while.

Fortunately, he quickly found and was enthusiastically waved over by a former colleague of his - one who was always game. He and a group of friends were being terribly snobbish about the cultural impact of this club. Hannibal did enjoy listening to snobbish talk. Made him peckish.

Someone had placed a laurel wreath on his head when he had come in and he had taken it off his head in what could have been seen by a bystander as a dance. If it was, it had been a very short dance.

He now held it in his hand as he left the snobs, excusing himself to get himself a drink.

[thenorthman]

Eric had seen the man with Alcuin, and yes, he was curious. Of course he was curious. He might well be Kersen's friend, and the one who had so benefited from the effect of his blood on Alcuin. So Eric was by the bar when the well-dressed man made it there, and he remarked, mild amusement showing in his voice. "You don't seem to be in your element."

[alcuin]

Alcuin had only felt comfortable coming back to Saturnalia because Hannibal had agreed to come with him. After what had happened last time, with someone drugging him, he probably shouldn't have wanted to come back at all. But he was curious about how the club had turned out, he knew that many of his friends would be here, and he also hated the idea of letting that asshole ruin something for him.

He was dressed in tight white trousers and a loose, pale blue shirt that was soft to the touch. It was simple, just the way that Anafiel had always taught him to dress. Don't distract, he'd said. You don't need it.

He was inclined to stick close to Hannibal, though, and he largely did for the first part of the evening, but as it went on began to feel more comfortable and less anxious. The music helped, as did alcohol, and at some point he left Hannibal to go get another drink.

Now that he knew he apparently smelled like fairy (at least, to vampires), he couldn't help but wonder who could tell, if it would matter. And he was feeling anxious as well that he hadn't had a chance to tell Hannibal about that yet. Hannibal had come back from a conference earlier that day, and Alcuin thought it seemed like a longer conversation (particularly if he added in telling him about Eric) that was worthy of his full attention. It could wait until after the party. Maybe in the morning over breakfast.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal found Alcuin again later in the evening. "You move so naturally in this crowd," he remarked."The music complements you, which is more than I would ever have given it credit for."

"I hope I'm not the reason why you haven't taken to the dance floor yet." I was clearly Alcuin's music. And there were enough men and woman who would dance with him.