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.

Comments

[pecked_by_birds]

"Within reason, puck," the titan replied, a hint of warning in his tone.

[goodfellow]

"That's not reasonable?" Robin asked innocently. "You're welcome to counter."

[goodfellow]

Robin rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter. Shannon probably thinks I'm some kind of incubus come to the earth to ruin his life. But if he thinks that you like me, that's all that matters."

He smiled, and reached out to finger a strand of Felix's hair. "Though the problem isn't that you want a relationship with me. It's that you don't want a relationship with anyone."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I think you left your mark enough to ensure that never happens," Fin purred, his own milky gaze remaining fixed on Rob.

[pecked_by_birds]

"A favour to be called upon when needed?" the titan suggested.

[goodfellow]

"That plush carpet in my office was probably lonely though," Robin said. Then he grinned. "You really did miss me. Is this a booty call?"

[goodfellow]

"Sure, whatever," said Robin, and tipped the champagne bottle to his lips again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's a hello, but it could be anything you like," Fin purred, his smile soft and warm.

[goodfellow]

"Let's dance," said Robin, and put the champagne bottle on the floor and grab Fin's hand, pulling him out onto the dance floor.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Laughing, Fin let Rob pull him onto the dance floor, grinning and pressing close as soon as started to dance.

"You're in good spirits."

[goodfellow]

"Maybe it's you," Robin purred. He knew well enough how Fin liked to feel wanted. He slipped an arm around Fin's waist and rolled his hips in time to the music.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh?" Fin asked, leaning in slightly and nuzzling at Rob's jaw.

[goodfellow]

"Oh," Robin agreed with a smirk, and slid his hands down to cup Fin's ass.

[harrowgate]

Felix's attention flicked from Robin's face to that fingertip winding through one of his red curls. His brows twitched together as if he wanted to frown, but didn't want Robin to catch him at it. He raised his glass to his lips to buy himself a few extra seconds of time, because that statement sat uncomfortably inside him.

"Whatever makes you say that?" Felix asked when he'd had a drink.

[goodfellow]

"Because you know you'll hurt him," Robin said bluntly. "You can't be caged, and all that. Frame it how you like. You have too much love to give, or not enough."

[harrowgate]

Felix arched a very skeptical, very expressive, brow at Robin. "Are you quite certain we're only talking about me? This sounds like just a touch of projection, darling."

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "Of course not only. I see myself in you. So do you, it's why you're so uncomfortable with this conversation."

[harrowgate]

"There's a compliment buried in there somewhere," Felix decided, not yet irritated enough to really start hissing. "I'm sure you realize that I've been in this relationship that you say I don't want for several years now. I should like to think I could disentangle myself from something that wasn't good for me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was all smiles as he pressed a kiss to Rob's neck, sighing softly and moving with the music.

[goodfellow]

"We'll be having a blow out on new year's eve again," Robin told him, mouth close to his ear now since their bodies were so pressed together. He could feel himself beginning to get an erection.

[goodfellow]

Robin thought that Shannon was an ass, and so he wasn't so sure.

So he said nothing.

Except: "Do you want to dance?" and offered his hand.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh? I'm invited, I hope," Fin purred, rutting lightly against him as his hips swayed to the beat.

[goodfellow]

"VIP," Robin promised him in a purr. "I'll even let you dance on the stage if you like."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't think your guests have done anything to deserve that. My dancing skills are limited to light choreography, I assure you," Fin laughed, the sound bright and echoing.

"I'm desperate for a smoke," he added, leaning in to speak in the puck's ear. "Do you want to join me?"

[goodfellow]

"Sure," said Robin, and grabbed his hand again. "I'll even take you somewhere better than that grungy alley outside." He started leading Fin out of the crowd and in the direction of his office.