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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[kersen]

Kersen laughed. "A few," he said. "A hundred thousand would kill my feet in these heels, I think. But, a few." He'd stayed away from Robin Goodfellow, though, not really wanting to be offered a taste of his blood. "The same for you, I would assume."

[utterly_mysterious]

"As many as I possibly can," Angelique agreed, "but they're all just toys, at least the ones I've met so far. Not a single one worth taking home to keep." She flashed a secretive smirk at him. Perhaps Kersen would entertain the thought of being her take-home prize tonight. "Have you got your eye on anyone?"

[kersen]

"Besides you?" Kersen said, with a smile of his own to meet hers. Even though he was thinking that he was also hungry and she would be no help to him in that regard.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique tried not to look too pleased... for half a second. In reality she was delighted that Kersen still thought her intriguing. Sometimes, after that first reveal, Angelique lost some of her mystique in men's eyes. "I don't mind sharing a little bit of your attention. Especially if he's beautiful."

[kersen]

"Perhaps I should ask who you have your eye on," Kersen said fondly. "Someone very beautiful?"

[utterly_mysterious]

"You mean aside from you?" Angelique echoed him, lightly tangling two fingers with Kersen's to toy with them. "Well... there is a deadly gorgeous man at the bar, and I think you can see him if you look over my shoulder. Black hair, fair skin, and trust me, the bluest eyes you've ever seen." She didn't know Damon's name, or anything about him, but she'd caught sight of him earlier. "I intend to attract his attention."

[kersen]

Kersen looked to where she had indicated... and was about 80% sure that the man at the bar was a vampire. He couldn't be certain without getting closer, but he had gotten good at spotting them over the years.

He was suddenly torn, feeling a twisting in his stomach as he tried to decide what to do. But one thing he would not do was allow her to run into the arms of a vampire who might mean her harm.

"Oh, he's okay, I guess," Kersen said lightly, with a little shrug. "Not as deadly gorgeous as you, certainly."

Deadly. An interesting choice of words she'd made.

[utterly_mysterious]

Though Angelique tsk'ed at him, she was clearly pleased by the compliment. She slipped closer to Kersen, not yet releasing his fingers. "Oh?" she teased, red lips lifted in a mischievous smile. "Unworthy of me, you think? Show me someone who is."

[kersen]

Kersen considered this for a moment, and looked out over the crowd. His gaze settled on someone, and he debated, and then decided that if he really wanted to choose someone who was definitely safe and would also be nice to her...

He pointed out Alcuin Delaunay, dancing. He was kind of magical, actually. Kersen had made it a personal rule to stay far away from the boy because his blood was so tempting and he didn't want to create a messy knot of relationships around him and Hannibal. But he could certainly see the appeal. He was certainly rather envious of Eric. (Less so of Hannibal - that was love, it was different.)

"And I know him, a little," he added. "He's nice, which is just as important for being worthy of you than how pretty he is and how he moves."

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique turned to look where Kersen was indicating, and if that put her a little closer to Kersen's exquisite self, well, so be it. Her red-tinted lips formed into a little 'o' of surprise. "He... is beautiful." Maybe the most beautiful male-presenting person Angelique had ever seen. The young man looked like a carving of an angel, but set in motion.

"He seems familiar," Angelique murmured thoughtfully. "Haven't I seen him in the papers?"

[kersen]

"Perhaps," Kersen said. "Though for nothing fair, as I understand it. His name is Alcuin. He's a ah, friend of a friend. And I would not be offended in the least if you left me to dance with him." He smiled. "Though I would like it if you came back."

[utterly_mysterious]

The last part was the important part to Angelique. "I suppose I can at least introduce myself, if he's as nice as you say. I hope I won't be too much for him." She looked up at Kersen again, and asked leadingly, "And who will you play with while I'm away?"

[kersen]

Kersen laughed, and then after a brief look around, pointed discreetly at Hannibal Lecter.

He smirked a little. "I'll just go say hello to mine and Alcuin's mutual friend."

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique peeked at him approvingly. "Ah, the distinguished type. I understand perfectly. So we'll meet again later with tales of our exploits?"

[kersen]

Kersen chuckled. "All right." He hoped that Alcuin was able to distract her from the vampire at the bar, which had been the entire point.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique presented herself to be kissed, even so chastely (though considering their outfits tonight, chaste was preferable to too heated). "Good lu~ck," she drawled, touching Kersen's shoulder before they parted company.