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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[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.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"New?" Fin asked, a coy smile on his lips. "Freshly minted or changed?" he pressed, running his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes raked over Eric, considering him.

Fin was often a bit of a flirt, but with his fae blood restored, it was a bit more than that. Tevaughn had said his sort were often mistaken for nymphs, and Fin supposed this was in part why.

Stepping closer, he moved his drink to his other hand before reaching to brush a bit of glitter from the Vampire's shirt, his touch lingering a bit longer than necessary.

[thenorthman]

Eric allowed the touch, his eyes not leaving Fin's face. "You smell like a fucking feast," he specified, and it definitely sounded like a compliment.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's brows raised at that, and a faint smirk played on his lips.

"Delectable, am I?" he asked, voice low and rumbling, "And if you were going to have a bite, where would you start?"

[thenorthman]

"Getting that silver off of you," Eric replied without missing a beat.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, this?" Fin asked, running his finger over the top edge of the heavy piece. "But I like it. It suits me, don't you think?"

His hand fell away from the collar, and he smirked as he sipped his drink.

"Isn't a nibble worth a little pain sometimes?"

[thenorthman]

"No," Eric answered, flatly. Silver wasn't a laughing matter, or the pain derived from it.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I supposed you'd have to find a way to remove it then," Fin shrugged, finishing his drink and discarding his glass on the bar.

"Or you'd have to find a better place to take a bite," he purred, leaning in slightly and speaking just loud enough to be heard over the thumping music.

[thenorthman]

Removing it would be easy enough, given a piece of cloth, but Eric was a lot more interested in the second half of what Fin was saying. He did not know what he was playing at. Last time, when he had been dead, he had shown no such interest in Eric. And now here he was, smelling like Eric imagined a Fae smelled, making advances that Eric likely would have ignored if it weren't for his scent.

"Any suggestions?" he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, in mock curiosity.

He could think of many places himself.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hummed, pretending to think very hard, all while toying with the collar that hung around his neck, deliberately drawing Eric's gaze there.

"Well, there's always the wrist... simple, but certainly worth noting," he said thoughtfully. "But it's not the most interesting place, is it? Lacks the intimacy of a bared throat, and it's not as exciting as, say, a smooth and bared thigh."

He shrugged his jacket off then, but before he could drop it onto the stool beside him, the barman offered to take it and keep it behind the bar. ...Clearly not a favour he was willing to do for everyone, but Fin was easily recognized, and the man was clearly a fan.

"Warm in here," he said once he'd passed off his jacket. "The music's good though. We should dance," he decided.

"...You do want to dance with me, don't you?"

[thenorthman]

Eric wasn't used to being the one being toyed with, mostly because he didn't like it. So he just smiled, and answered, honestly, "No."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hated being rejected, more so now than before his change, and he frowned deeply- A brief, but slightly ugly look.

"Your loss," he said finally, shrugging and unbuttoning his shirt a little as he turned to head for the dance floor.

[thenorthman]

"A word of advice," Eric stated, pushing his voice slightly louder, to make sure he had Fin's attention. He stepped closer, and now spoke just for him. Still conversational, but low enough that only Fin would hear. "There are a lot of vampires out there who don't have my control. Carry on like that with every one you meet, you'll be drained within the month."

At best. And Eric would hate to have a war on his hands; the Authority would have his fucking hide.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was still for a moment, then turned to face the vampire again, doing his best to seem disinterested now.

"I can take care of myself," he replied. "I'm not ignorant, I understand the dangers."

He also knew if anyone did him real harm it would be a race between Will and the Phouka to see who could rip his attacker's throat out first.

[thenorthman]

Eric pursed his lips slightly, the barest hint of skepticism. That, and the undercurrent in his voice as he added, "Good for you." His eyes held a steady glint in the club's flashing lights. "Enjoy your dance."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin shrugged, looking Eric over again. "I will," he assured him. "Who knows, maybe we'll bump into one another in some dark corner before the night's over. You know, when you're ready to be a bit more fun."

[thenorthman]

"Careful what you wish for, Fin," Eric told him, eyebrows raised slightly, then turned to go. Not out of the club, but away from the newly Fae with such poor survival instinct.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin watched him walk away, still slightly sour about being rejected, then reminded himself that the night was young. He'd find someone just as interesting before closing- Surely.