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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[winter_wisp]

Winter beamed at that, practically throwing himself at the Phouka before hugging him tightly.

[phouka]

The Phouka wrapped his arms around Winter's waist and lifted him off the floor so he could spin him round and round. His gleeful laughter could be heard above the music.

"You are my love, Winter Wisp. And I am your Phouka, always."

[winter_wisp]

"You are my love, Phouka!" Winter assured him, letting out a gleeful sound.

[phouka]

The Phouka spun him around and around. When he stopped and set Winter down he stumbled over his own feet and fell down into a sofa hard. It only made him laugh.

"My love, you are still spinning," he grinned.

[winter_wisp]

"You are spinning!" Winter argued, giggling a little then collapsing beside him.

[phouka]

"I am...not. I am sitting," he laughed. With Winter beside him the creature put his arm around him to pull him close. "This is a very good night," he declared.

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled, bright and cheerful.

"The best," he nodded, leaning in to kiss him again. "All nights with you are good though."

[phouka]

"I think you are right. All nights with me are good," he said, a dopey grin showing a flash of bright, white teeth. And then he laughed at himself for saying something so absurd.

[winter_wisp]

Winter laughed too, bright and chipper.

"Should we go home, Phouka? Or do you want to dance more?" the pixie asked.

[phouka]

"We should drink! And dance! Dance all the way home," he exclaimed brightly. The Phouka found his beer and drained the glass, swallow after swallow making his throat bob. He finished with a dramatic sigh, then belched.

"Dance all the way home!" he said as he got to his feet and caught Winter's hand to pull him up.

[winter_wisp]

"No, Phouka! We can't dance that much! It's too much dancing! We must take a car," Winter laughed, letting Phouka pull him along.

[phouka]

"Then we will take a car. Make your phone bring a car," he said, settling down a little so Winter could send for one, though he remained close and kept squirming to the beat.

[winter_wisp]

"Phouka, stop wiggling," Winter laughed, ordering them a ride and giggling as he pulled the phouka towards the doors.

[phouka]

The Phouka kept up, crunking and twerking and...whatever he was trying to do. It wasn't elegant or coordinated but he was having a good time doing it. When they left the club and the thumping music faded behind a closed door he moved close to tower over Winter.

"You are glittery and wet," he said, staying close enough to touch and grope and wiggle as he liked. "We should bathe when we get home. I am sticky."

[winter_wisp]

"I like being glittery and wet," Winter said, almost defiantly, as he looked up at Phouka. "Everyone should be more glittery and damp."

[phouka]

"I agree. All the glitter. I like to shine like you. I would like very much to have diamond wings," he said, his pink tongue rolling out to wet his lips. He looked down at Winter and stroked his face. "I want to shine as you do."

[winter_wisp]

"You don't need to shine like me, Phouka. You shine like you," Winter assured him, pushing up on his toes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You are beautiful, Phouka."

[phouka]

"Do you think? You always make be feel so beautiful," the creature said, his smile softening as his eyes flashed black as night. "This is why you are my love above all. Because you love me above all."

[winter_wisp]

"Always and forever, yes," Winter promised, toying with one of Phouka's braids. "You should let me put beads in your hair. Then you could be glittery too, if you really wanted to be."

[phouka]

"Beads and glitter. And feathers! Glossy black feathers like when I am my bird self," he said enthusiastically. "Yes. Yes, Winter. Beads first!"

[winter_wisp]

Winter giggled a little, then nodded. "Beads and glitter. ...Maybe feathers. Feathers sound hard."

[phouka]

"And flowers, too," he decided. "I will have a crown of flowers because I am king of bottoms and I need a crown."

And then he dissolved into laughter, bending over but holding on to Winter so he didn't fall entirely.

[winter_wisp]

"You can have all the crowns you like, Phouka," Winter promised, stumbling a little.

[phouka]

"All the crowns!" he announced loudly. "I will have crowns to go with all my clothes. I will be very fashionable."