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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[london_spy]

Like this, pressed tight against Hex with his lips against the other man's, Danny could almost pretend he'd found a happily ever after. Some sort of reward for all the shit he'd been through and all he'd lost. Deep down though- Deep down he knew life wasn't ever that kind.

He was really just enjoying the good times before they could be snatched away again.

[just_hex]

He kissed Danny until his lips tingled, then he moved away enough to see him. His smile was bright.

"Do you want another drink? I could do with some more water," he said, practically shouting over the music.

[london_spy]

"Yeah, please," Danny nodded, finding a bright smile. "I'll try and find a table or a couch for us?" he offered.

[just_hex]

"You go. I'll get the drinks and find you," Hex replied, reluctantly letting go of Danny so they could go their own ways. He went to the bar and it took him some time to get his order in, but then he had them and turned to survey the club to see if he could spy the other man.

[london_spy]

Danny had found a table and was staring at his phone, the smile he'd been wearing gone as he found himself dwelling on feelings and fears that refused to fade. He'd been good tonight, he'd avoided getting high, but he was itching for a fix. For something to numb his fears with.

He'd always been an optimistic soul, but lately- Lately he was feeling very defeated.

[just_hex]

It took a bit of wandering but Hex found him and smiled as he slid into the opposite chair. He placed the pint before Danny.

"You don't look so good, mate," he said as he uncapped his bottle. "What's the matter?"

[london_spy]

"Nothing. ...Nothing, I just- I suppose I'm waiting for things to go wrong," Danny admitted, raking his fingers through his hair and frowning softly.

[just_hex]

"Drink up, love. Nothing's going to go wrong," Hex said, cheerful but gentle. "Put your worries to bed for the night, yeah?"

[london_spy]

Danny nodded a little, but they both knew it wasn't that easy.

"Do you want to get out of here after this?" he asked, sipping his beer.

[just_hex]

"Yeah," he replied. The music was loud and the dancing was fun, but the beer that seemed to be everywhere was almost too much for him to take. He knew he shouldn't put himself in situations of temptation like this, but sometimes it was worth it.

"At this hour the tube won't be too crowded. It'll give me time to cool down."

[london_spy]

"Yeah. ...Yeah, definitely," Danny nodded, always glad when a cab could be avoided.

[just_hex]

"We can go whenever you like," Hex said, reaching under the small table to rest his hand on Danny's knee. "I thought you might like to dance a bit. Blow off some steam. But I reckon we can do that at home just as easy."

[london_spy]

"I'm sorry," Danny said sincerely. "I don't- I don't mean to be a stick in the mud. I know I've been a bit- Well, a bit of a misery, if I'm honest."

[just_hex]

"I don't think so, Danny," Hex said. "You're a thinker, that's all. You think all the time. Sometimes you've just got to shut it off."

And he knew Danny did. He wasn't stupid. He knew full well when Danny came home high.

[london_spy]

"You don't think 'shutting it off' makes it worse?" Danny asked- As though asking for permission.

[just_hex]

"Maybe sometimes...but you can't run on high all the time, Danny. You've got to find some sort of safety valve or you'll explode," he said. He'd rather it be running or meditation, but that wasn't a suggestion he'd make at the club.

[london_spy]

"I know. ...I know," Danny said softly. "And I know it's- I know I shouldn't. Because I'm sick, because of your job... I know, just- It's so hard sometimes, Hex. I was doing so well, and then- The whole world just went to shit. ...And it's better, I'm better with you, I am, but- It's harder now. Knowing what I know about the world. Knowing it doesn't matter what I do. It's harder to keep myself on the path."

[just_hex]

"It's hell to feel...small. Insignificant," he sympathized. He'd felt the same those first weeks in the TARDIS. Facing the immensity of the universe, knowing he was nothing. But then he'd become a part of something so big.

"...I think you need a purpose, Danny. Some good work to do. Doesn't have to be a job. You've got the dosh, you could volunteer. Do some good."

[london_spy]

"Maybe- I don't think I'm in a good place for it though. I need- I don't know," Danny sighed, raking his fingers through his hair.

[just_hex]

"I think you need to get out of here," Hex said. "That's a start. Let's go outside. You can smoke and we can cool off a bit."

[london_spy]

Danny nodded a little, thinking some cool air and a smoke sounded like a good idea.

[just_hex]

Hex lead the way outside, parting the crowd for Danny on the way. Once outside the air was brisk compared to inside and he took a deep breath.

"There we are. Better already," he said, falling back so he could slip his arm around Danny.

[london_spy]

"Thank you," Danny said softly, leaning in and resting against Hex.

[just_hex]

He held Danny a bit tighter as if the strength of his embrace could help banish the dark, creeping thoughts. Hex pressed a kiss to Danny's temple.

"I'll call a car while you smoke. We'll get out of here. Fancy a bite? Or we can go home. I'm famished but there's plenty to cook at home."

[london_spy]

"Let's just go home," Danny sighed. "Home sounds good, Hex."