OTA: Robin in da club!

[goodfellow]

As much as Robin had enjoyed being in New York with Prometheus, he'd grown restless. And now that he was back in London, he realized how much this really did seem like his home now. He loved the city, he loved running the club. He even appreciated the friends that he had here, as much as he still attempted to keep them at arm's length.

Tonight, he made the rounds at Saturnalia dressed in an impeccable plum colored suit with a silver cashmere scarf hanging from his neck. He was already planning for a New Year's Eve party to celebrate the anniversary of that first "unofficial" opening of the club. Perhaps he could make it even better this time.

He was carrying a bottle of good champagne, still cold, and occasionally stopped those with empty glasses (of anything) and offered to refill them. Though now, he tipped his head back and poured some into his mouth before wiping it and looking pleased with himself.

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[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus had been back in London a while now, and he knew he had to go and see Robin. The puck seemed to expect that of him, and Prometheus didn't have anything else on the table tonight anyway. A visit tonight might stop a quarrel should they bump into one another on the street anyway.

Looking just a bit bored, he roamed slowly through the club, pausing to admire a few of the prettier guests before finally spotting the puck- Drinking from a bottle. Hmm. Silently the titan simply watched, leaning lazily against the wall and sipping his red wine.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked around, deciding that perhaps it was time to linger a bit with someone worthy of his attention. He caught someone looking at him, someone... yes, definitely worthy of his attention.

Smiling and tipsy, he approached. "Good evening," he said, and tipped his bottle in a toast.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Good might be an overstatement, but hello," the titan purred, watching the puck with curious eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin was suddenly watching him curiously, too. He moved closer, leaning in with a palm on the wall above the man's shoulder. "And why's it not as good as it could be?"

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus held his gaze, then did something just a bit unlike himself. Or, rather, unlike any self he'd been in a while... He caught Robin by the hair, pulling hard as he leaned in close.

"Do you not know me, puck?" he asked, his voice level and calm despite his actions. "Hmm, and here I thought you were always so sharp," he tutted as he let go, smirking and leaning back against the wall again.

[goodfellow]

Robin was genuinely caught off guard, gasping a little at the hair pulling, and then blinking at him once he was free. "I thought I might," he finally said, "but I knew you wouldn't be here so soon so figured it was wishful thinking."

He looked Prometheus up and down, appraising the new body.

Then he asked, "You could have just come back with me, you know. If you knew you'd miss me so much."

[harrowgate]

"I heard a rumor that the owner of Saturnalia had returned, and the appropriate level of debauchery had been re-instated," observed a light, lazy voice from behind and slightly above Robin's ear. Felix waited there, looking mildly amused and expectant, a half-empty champagne glass held at perfect pouring height in his fingers.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at the voice, and turned, already refilling the glass even before it seemed he should have been able to register its presence. "I instructed my employees to maintain strict levels of debauchery in my absence," he said.

[harrowgate]

Robin was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Felix didn't take his eyes off him even as his glass was refilled, though he did take a drink of the excellent champagne while also drinking in Robin. "I'm not sure. I tried it, once, while you were away. Not half as much fun as when you're here. I didn't get forced to my knees in a posh office even once."

[goodfellow]

"Oh?" Robin asked sweetly, moving a little closer to him. "And where were you forced to your knees instead?"

[harrowgate]

Felix's mouth twitched faintly as he had a flash of that terrifying night of Halloween -- hallucination or reality, he still didn't know which -- and being held fast and bent by the sickeningly familiar weight of his former master. A day or two after that terror, he might have tried to talk about it, tell someone what had happened. Now...

The tightness around his eyes faded as Felix flashed a patented smile. "Nowhere half as comfortable. And yourself?"

[goodfellow]

"Oh, I get forced to my knees in all sorts of fun places," Robin assured him with a little smirk. "Most recently I've been in New York. But I'm glad to be home. You're right, it is much more comfortable."

[shannonteverius]

Shannon had enjoyed the time Robin had been away, if only for the fact that he knew Felix couldn't see the club owner if he wasn't in the city. Some of his apprehension had returned with Robin's arrival, but it wasn't as pressing as it had been in the past.

"Celebrating your return?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

Robin lowered the bottle and looked Shannon up and down. "Sure," he said. "Though you must not have known I was back, or I'm sure you wouldn't be here." He offered the bottle to Shannon.

[shannonteverius]

"No thank you," Shannon said, waving away the bottle. "And you're wrong. I came with Felix knowing full well that you would be here."

[whispersoflove]

"You look like the cat who got the... canary, is it? No, wait, the cream," Anael stated as he walked up to Robin, smiling warmly at his friend. "It is the cream, isn't it?"

[goodfellow]

"Cats like both," Robin pointed out. "So I suppose it depends on how wicked you thought I looked." He smirked. "Champagne?"

[whispersoflove]

"Why not," Anael answered with a smile, expecting Robin to either find him a glass or hand him the bottle.

[goodfellow]

There were not glasses in the immediate vicinity, so Robin handed him a bottle. "What brings you here?" he asked. Then grinned. "Me?"

[whispersoflove]

"Unless this place has changed owner," Anael confirmed. He never minded admitting that he wanted to see people, and he took a drink from the bottle before handing it over to the puck.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin had come with friends, but had quietly excused himself upon spotting the puck. Smiling brightly, the actor made his way over to him and reached for the bottle.

"Don't be greedy, surely you can spare a drop for me, Rob," he smiled.

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned at him. "Sharing is what I live for," he said, and offered the bottle to Fin. "What a pleasant surprise."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin took the offered bottle and drank deep before offering it back.

"How could I resist a chance to come and say hello?" he asked with a warm smile.

[goodfellow]

"Of course you couldn't," Robin said. "I'm irresistible."

He drank from the bottle again. "Aren't you happy I'm back?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Of course," Fin smiled, leaning over and kissing Rob's cheek. "Did you miss your club then?" he asked, gesturing around them.