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]

"I was expecting something dirtier," Fin teased, offering a soft smirk of a smile.

[goodfellow]

"I don't know, I think honey and spice describes me pretty well," Robin said as he led Fin back down the stairs and back into the club.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I wasn't denying it did," Fin assured him. "I hope it's rimmed with something wicked and salty though," he teased.

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned at that suggestion, and when they reached the bar he pushed his way through the crowd and got a bartender's attention.

"Hey boss," she said. "What can I get you and your handsome companion?"

"Two Fellows," Robin said cheerfully. "And dip the rims in honey and then salt, please."

"You've got it," she said, and went to work while Robin turned back to Fin with a smirk.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin quirked a brow, then smiled. "Let's hope I've inspired an improvement and not ruined your drink."

[goodfellow]

"I know how you like the taste of salt and honey, pet," Robin said, and winked at him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Wicked creature," Fin tutted, though his tone was light and full of endearment.

[goodfellow]

The bartender returned with the requested drinks in red martini glasses.

Robin picked his up and held it up. "What shall we toast to?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"The prosperity of your club?" Fin suggested.

[goodfellow]

"Oh I'll drink to that," Robin said, and clinked his glass to Fin's before taking a drink. It was strong, mostly vodka. He found he liked it, though it may have been partly his vanity.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin drank deep, enjoying the burn and the subtle sweet and salty taste. It wasn't something he'd drink daily, but it was a nice treat.

"Mmm, so very you."

[goodfellow]

"Isn't it though?" Robin purred. "They know me so well. I'm glad you like it."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Have they named anything else after you?" Fin asked with a teasing smile. "A foot long sausage perhaps?"

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed. "Not yet, but I think I'll suggest it now. Perhaps you'd like to weigh in?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Mmm, I'd not dare get between you and your chef," Fin quipped, sipping his drink and then looking around the club.

[goodfellow]

Robin followed Fin's gaze. "I've seen a lot of people admiring you," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm not very interested in other people when I'm with you," Fin assured him, sipping his drink again and letting his gaze settle on Rob.

[goodfellow]

Robin looked at him, and couldn't tell if the comment was meant to be passive aggressive based on their earlier argument, but then... regardless, he could tell it was sincere.

"You don't need to," he said quietly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Don't need to what?" Fin asked softly.

[goodfellow]

"Don't need to think about other people while you're with me," Robin said after a short pause.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nodded a little, then sighed. "Look, I'm sorry I had such a huff before. It's not you, it's just... I can be a bit defensive when I feel like perhaps I'm disposable or interchangeable. My self worth has ever fully recovered from..."

He trailed off, then shrugged.

"I'll be very glad when this year ends. I want to distance myself as far from it as I'm able."

[goodfellow]

Yeah, that last part made Robin frown a little. But he knew he really shouldn't bring up Willy.

"It's fine, Fin. I've had worse huffs, trust me. Do you want to dance again?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'd like that, a lot," Fin assured him, putting his empty glass aside and reaching for the other man's hand.

[goodfellow]

Robin downed the rest of his drink, and then took Fin's hand. "Any requests? Want me to really fuck with everyone and get the DJ to play a waltz or something?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No, I like this. This is good," Fin assured him, draping an arm around Rob once they had space to dance, and moving with him in time with the music. He kept close the whole time, practically chest to chest as he closed his eyes and let the sound guide him.