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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[prince_of_nymphs]

"Wouldn't be terribly convenient if I had to be naked for it," Fin grinned.

[goodfellow]

"Is it convenient anyway, turning into a fox?" Robin asked. "It's not as if you can just do it on the street in front of a bunch of random people."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Well... Alright, perhaps not. It's cool though. I've found I quite like sleeping that way. It's oddly cozy," Fin admitted, aware that was a touch odd.

[goodfellow]

"And very soft," Robin pointed out. Then he moved closer and slid his fingers into Fin's hair. "What do you prefer, being petted as Fin or as a fox?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I imagine that depends on who's doing the stroking," Fin grinned, leaning into the touch and taking his cigarette back with a cheeky little smile.

[goodfellow]

Robin's fingers slid down the back of Fin's neck.

"And me?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I like you touching me however," Fin purred, taking a long drag as he draped an arm over Rob's shoulder.

[goodfellow]

"Are you sure you didn't come here for a booty call?" Robin teased, and looked back out at the city again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I haven't ruled it out as a possibility, but no, I just came to say hello. No ulterior motives, no expectations," Fin promised.

[goodfellow]

"Aw that's very sweet," Robin said, and patted Fin's cheek. Then he kissed him softly. "I missed you, too."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"How much?" Fin teased, finishing his cigarette and then draping both arms around the puck, swaying to a song only he seemed to hear.

[goodfellow]

"Enough that I am terribly tempted to have you right here on the balcony," Robin murmured, and then turned his head to nip at Fin's earlobe with his teeth

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin grinned, letting out a little moan.

"Such a wicked and tempting offer, but it's a bit too chilly for that tonight. Let's go back inside, hmm?"

[goodfellow]

Robin chuckled. "Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased, but didn't argue as he took Fin's hand and pulled him back inside.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It tends to vanish anytime we dip under five degrees, I think. I'm not really built for cold weather," Fin laughed, pulling Rob in for a kiss once they were inside again.

[goodfellow]

"I am," Robin said with a smirk when the kiss broke. "We didn't always have heated houses, you know."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Mmm, and I imagine you had the best ideas when it came to staying warm," Fin chuckled softly

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I usually do. But you don't have any heat magic in your arsenal?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Nothing I wouldn't be worried about accidentally setting myself ablaze with," Fin admitted awkwardly, looking a touch embarrassed.

[goodfellow]

"Oh yes, well let's not risk this that inside my club," Robin said. "Careful, don't trip over the panties on the floor at your feet." Were they from the dancer last night, or the bartender two nights ago? They were red, which wasn't a very telling color.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin looked down, the mood slightly dampened by the reminder that Rob probably brought everyone back here.

"Right... Um, anyway, I'm probably going to grab another drink. I'll not keep you away from your adoring fans."

[goodfellow]

Robin arched a brow. The change in his mood was pretty obvious, not to mention abrupt. "Fin. Seriously?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What?" Fin asked quietly. "Sorry, am I supposed to pretend it's not a tad insulting to be dragged back to the place where you shag interchangeable staff?"

[goodfellow]

Robin frowned. A genuine frown of confusion because he was at a loss.

"I've been to your place," he pointed out. "You've never shagged anyone else there?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You've never been to mine, I've only ever had one person back there," Fin said with a small shrug. "That hotel I was in, maybe, but that's not really what I meant. ...I never let the people I'm with feel like they're just one of many. At least, I try not to, because they're not. They all matter to me. ...Do I matter to you? Or am I just another pair of pants waiting to decorate your floor?"