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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[harrowgate]

"Yes, that was... something, wasn't it," Felix commented, brows lifted. "Granted, I don't know Quentin well -- and I understand that's probably not his real name, now -- but I would have thought he had more refined taste."

[goodfellow]

"I am pretty sure that James is exactly his taste," Robin said. "Speaking of tastes... are you here to see me for a particular reason?"

[harrowgate]

Felix cast him a raised-brow glance, as if to say, Can't you guess? "Because I haven't seen you in ages. Or is that because your ancient, fickle beau is back in town?"

[goodfellow]

Robin laughed, sounding genuinely amused.

"That's amusing, coming from you. I'm not the one with a possessive boyfriend. It is flattering that you bring up Prometheus as if he has any bearing, though. Are you jealous?"

[harrowgate]

Felix sniffed a faint laugh. "Not jealous, no. I do think he's selfish, however, and he doesn't treat you very well. Certainly not deserving of the regard you seem to have for him."

The wizard said all of this without the faintest trace of irony. If there was a parallel to his own romantic situation, he didn't see it.

[goodfellow]

Uncharacteristically, Robin frowned.

"You think he doesn't treat me well," he repeated. Then, tilting his head a bit as if genuinely curious - "Do you think you treat me well?"

[harrowgate]

Felix blinked several times in rapid succession, and spoke without thinking. "You're not in love with me. I give you what you want out of our relationship, don't I?"

[goodfellow]

"I am not in love with him," Robin snapped, an automatic reaction.

[harrowgate]

With lifted brows, Felix held up a hand, not expecting that adamant reaction. "As you say, darling. I didn't say that to offend you. Regardless, my prior statement stands. From what I've seen, he treats you like a convenience."

[goodfellow]

"And considering how many centuries I've known him, you haven't seen much," Robin pointed out.

Then he looked into Felix's eyes deliberately. "Now tell me, what particular manner of pleasure are you being denied that you've come to me for tonight?" He didn't seem as if this were needling; indeed, it sounded like genuine heartfelt curiosity.

[harrowgate]

If they were going to do this, then Felix was going to hold Robin's gaze for as long as the puck wanted. He took a step closer, and when he spoke, it was quietly deliberate. "Just the pleasure of your company, Robin."

He'd approached it backward and upside-down, as he usually did, but Felix's honest intention had been to express concern for the feelings of a friend. Or, at least, someone he wanted to be his friend.

[goodfellow]

"Just my company," said Robin, sounding slightly skeptical.

It honestly had not occurred to him that Felix wanted more from him than sex. He did consider Felix a friend, but also... there was Shannon, between them like a thorn.

[harrowgate]

Felix's mouth twitched, and for a moment, he looked almost... wounded. Then his armor crept back up again to protect him, smothering the honesty of his initial reaction. "Is that so impossible to believe?" He made a seemingly careless gesture with his drink, raising words up like a shield. "Of course, you may fuck me if you like."

[goodfellow]

"Oh, may I?" Robin moved closer to him, until their bodies were touching. "I mean, if you'd rather talk instead, we can do that. What would you like to talk about, pet?"

[harrowgate]

Robin was a temptation, to be sure, and Felix's gaze lingered on the puck as he drew closer. "I might be mortal," he said quietly, "and I might not be a creature of myth and legend. I might even be nothing more than a blink of an eye to you. But I'm not your pet, Robin. Do you think I'm here to perform tricks so you'll give me a treat?"

[goodfellow]

Robin seemed unfazed by this. Felix knew full well the endearment wasn't meant literally, and if he took offense it was only because he was looking for a fight.

"If I recall, most recently I was the one begging for treats."

[harrowgate]

Felix was silent for several seconds longer than his usual snappy repartee required. He was trying to say something, trying to convey something to Robin, but all that seemed to come out was frustration. All that he got back from Robin was innuendo and invitation. Perhaps it wasn't worth it, after all, to convince Robin that he wanted a friendship as well as their flirtation.

His expression changed, when he made that decision, dropping into a heavy-eyed near-smile that came so naturally to him. "Does that make it my turn?"

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him. "Do you want it to be? I got the impression a moment ago that you had no desire to... serve, at the moment."

[harrowgate]

Felix hooked a finger in the collar of Robin's shirt. This was easier. It was simpler to be who Robin expected. "I'll take you however I can get you. I get you so rarely, after all."