Saturnalia GP!

[goodfellow]

It was a good night at Saturnalia.

There was some b-list American rapper-slash-DJ who had shown up earlier in the day, and Robin was happy to throw someone on stage. It had gone over well right away, so he'd let him stay on. And now it was well into the evening and things were, as Robin understood the current vernacular to be, turnt.

In fact, at some point he'd thrown open all the windows so that the music blasted onto the street, and instructed the bouncers to let in whoever wanted in. He'd also instructed the bartenders to serve all the beer half price. The resulting crowd and frenzy was really something else.

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[whispersoflove]

"Felix, I know the nature of demons much more intimately than you," Anael pointed out gently. "And I know better than to entrust any of them with anything precious to me."

Felix meant well, but Anael hardly needed advice on how much to distrust one of his Fallen brethren.

[harrowgate]

Felix gave Anael a momentary disapproving lift of one brow. He was quite accustomed to telling other people what to do. "I just think it's deeply foolish, darling, but I can't stop you from doing anything."

[whispersoflove]

"No," Anael acknowledged patiently, "you can't." Once again, he stopped himself from reaching out to Felix, and kept his hands in his pockets. "But your concern is appreciated."

[harrowgate]

Felix had said all he could say; even he could see that. He took a step back and spread his hands as if to indicate there was nothing more he could do. "All right, darling. When we find something, how do we get in touch with you?"

[whispersoflove]

"Oh," Anael perked up slightly, as he always did when talking about Coby, "Coby got me a phone." Praying still worked, of course, but a phone was more practical when someone simply wanted to talk to him. It wasn't as if he could reach someone very quickly these days, not unless they were praying in close proximity to him.

[harrowgate]

Anael looked rather sweet, and Felix decided not to provide the man with any patented wizard sass on the matter. "Very good, darling. Here. Text me on mine and then I'll have your number," he added, a business card appearing in his hand which he gave to Anael.

[whispersoflove]

"I will do that," Anael told him after looking at the card. "Thank you for all your help, Felix."

[harrowgate]

Felix glanced away, his mouth pressed into a line; he didn't like acknowledgement for things like helping. It never seemed fully warranted. "We should return this room to the hotel, I suppose. You go first, and I'll let myself out in a few minutes. We wouldn't want to look terribly suspicious."

[whispersoflove]

"Of course not," Anael agreed, with some measure of humour. He smiled at Felix, resisted, once again, the urge to reach out, and slipped out of the room, his card still in his hand.