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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.

Date: 2017-04-12 03:52 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter was pissed. Completely, utterly, delightfully, pissed. The music was loud and thumpy, and the beer was so cheap he didn't even have to charm people into buying him some- People were buying drinks like they were going out of style! It was perfect, and the pixie was a sight with his sweat dampened hair and a sheer layer of glitter coating his skin.

He was dancing with anyone who came near, but he was starting to get a bit dehydrated as he finally pried himself off the dance floor and stumbled cheerfully into a quiet corner near the back where he could cool himself off with a charm ,and watch the crowd while he sat for a while and nursed what ought to be his last beer.

Date: 2017-04-12 03:57 am (UTC)
akatawitch: (Fabulous)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
There was something about impending real adulthood, possibly failing a friend (though she was thinking about that spell constantly, even now), knowing that reality might be doomed because of ancient fairy mess, and an unscratched itch that made a girl's dancing desperate.

Sunny was pushing herself well past fun to the point of exhaustion with how hard she danced. Not that she wasn't enjoying herself, but it spoke less of joy and more of a manic need to burn all of her energy. Maybe if she did that, she'd actually get some decent sleep. The drowning dreams (yay stress) were getting old.

At one point she'd found herself making out with some white boy she'd been dancing with, then having a drink with, then pressed up against a wall. She had no idea if she actually liked him. She didn't care if she liked him. He was pretty and she desperately needed someone to feel her up.

When he'd tried to get her into the restroom, she left him to go back to the dancing. She smiled sheepishly when her eyes met someone else's as they inevitably did in a crowd. "Don't expect me to repeat that."

Date: 2017-04-12 05:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] high_voltage_magic
Isaiah was wondering why he was here. Well, okay, he wasn't. He knew why. It wasn't really his kind of music, or even his kind of scene. But here he was anyway, if only because, well, it looked fun.

And he needed some fun. Things had been rough, lately. But that didn't mean he was quite ready to take himself onto the dance floor and get all... up on people. That wasn't really his style.

So he was nursing a Coke instead, not quite sure if he wanted to get alcohol involved with himself yet.

Date: 2017-04-12 10:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] hardertohide
The music wasn't exactly Dutch's sort, but she'd found that she liked the atmosphere of Saturnalia enough to ignore that, every once in a while. There was nothing all that interesting happening on the punk scene tonight, so why not Saturnalia? She felt like spending the night dancing.

She hadn't expected the beer to be at half price, and that settled the question of what she'd be drinking that night. Usually clubbing paired better with long drinks, but beer was fine, as long as it came with the occasional shooter. And the X she'd taken earlier was trying to kick in, making her feel both more energetic and more mellow - more likely to sling her arm around the shoulders of someone standing at the bar to make room for herself so she could order a drink, regardless of whether she knew them or not.

Date: 2017-04-12 10:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] whispersoflove
Anael was not certain why his feet had taken him to Saturnalia tonight, but he stood outside the club for a long moment, letting himself focus on the play and swirl of emotions inside. He bummed a cigarette off a young woman and found a nearby bench to smoke it on, sitting on its back with his feet on the seat. He rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck, still unused to getting kinks, then looked back up towards the club. There was too much going on inside for him to isolate Robin's feelings, but he hoped that the puck was all right - no, better than that, he hoped that he was happy. He hoped that he was with Prometheus.

Date: 2017-04-12 12:43 pm (UTC)
pecked_by_birds: (/:|)
From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
The titan had been coming to the club on a somewhat regular bases since returning to London. Usually it was to see the puck rather than enjoy the atmosphere, but tonight's atmosphere was just odd enough to distract him for a moment, his nose wrinkled slightly as he lingered by the bar.

Eventually he tired of the noisy music and rowdy people, weaving through the crowd and back out the front doors to have a smoke on the sidewalk. Pulling out his phone, he wondered if he couldn't tempt the puck outside, away from the racket and chaos.

Date: 2017-04-12 11:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds
"While I admire the new and interesting ways mortals find to express themselves, I must admit, this isn't a favourite of mine," The titan replied honestly. "...There's a lot of shouting. Too much, perhaps."

Date: 2017-04-13 03:13 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
The energy at Saturnalia that night was the exact opposite of Felix's scene. He hadn't even fully stepped over the threshold before he stepped out again, back into the spring night with a flutter of silk scarf and fiery red curls. The wizard had no desire to fling himself around the floor and drink inexpensive beer, but thanks to his little adventure with Prometheus, Felix knew very well he didn't need to go in the front door.

Perhaps he could lure Robin away, indulge in his private reserve, and convince the puck that his breaking-and-entering was a charming quirk.

Felix wandered down the alley between buildings, seeking out the back door. He didn't bother to watch whether anyone followed him.

Date: 2017-04-13 03:47 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] harrowgate
Felix knew why he wasn't going inside, but he didn't quite know why Anael would not. He'd not seen the man since Sunny had described his predicament and enlisted Felix's help, but the streetlamp still shone off Anael's uniquely-colored hair. The wizard made his way over, and draped himself along the other half of the bench. He smiled up at Anael, looking unconcerned.

"From what I understand, you might want to re-think the cigarettes. They really do cause cancer."

Date: 2017-04-13 12:29 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] whispersoflove
Anael had turned his face towards Felix when the wizard had taken a seat, and now he smiled at him. His smile was permeated with as much kindness as usual, but his usual joie de vivre seemed mostly muted, now. "Not to me," he simply answered. He might feel hunger now, and thirst, but he no more risked falling ill or getting drunk than he ever had. "Were you going in?" he asked, with a nod towards the club.

Date: 2017-04-13 06:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pecked_by_birds

"I will agree that a beat exists," the titan replied with a faint snort of amusement.

Date: 2017-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)
akatawitch: (Classy)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Sunny's legs were downright wobbly when she flopped down next to Winter. She had two bottles of water in hand, one of which she all but made him take. "Hydration is important."

Date: 2017-04-13 07:40 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (dapper)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter looked down at the beer he was nursing, then shrugged and put it aside in favour of the water.

"Thank you," he peeped, his voice a little horse as he cracked the top and took a deep swig. "How are you, Sunny?"

Date: 2017-04-13 08:27 pm (UTC)
akatawitch: (Into the Wilderness)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Sunny kissed his damp hair before she opened her own bottle, considering how exactly to answer that question. "I think I'm okay. It varies, from moment to moment. You?"

Date: 2017-04-13 08:33 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (giggle)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
The pixie smiled at the kiss, then sipped his water again.

"I am well," Winter replied, looking thoughtful and tilting his head slightly. "Things have been quiet. ...Quiet is good."

Date: 2017-04-13 08:44 pm (UTC)
akatawitch: (Witch)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
"Quiet is excellent," Sunny agreed, drinking as long and as deep as she could before she just had to come up for air. God, she hadn't been paying attention to her body at all, had she? But the exhaustion was good. "I'd really like some about now, but I don't think that's in the cards."

Date: 2017-04-13 08:50 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (white on white)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
Winter leaned into her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he said simply, begging no explanation, simply sympathising. "Spring can be so hard."

Date: 2017-04-13 09:14 pm (UTC)
akatawitch: (Blaxploitation)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Sunny blinked in mild surprise before lifting a hair to run her fingers through Winter's curls. "Time of new beginnings and whatnot. What people don't always say to go with that is that new beginnings are hard."

Date: 2017-04-13 09:20 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (floofy)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
"Yes," the pixie agreed, letting out a little sigh. "I've been thinking again- About school. ...About, um... Well, maybe going."

Date: 2017-04-13 09:23 pm (UTC)
akatawitch: (Grin)
From: [personal profile] akatawitch
Sunny's hand paused in surprise and she turned her head to smile at him. "Oh yeah?"

Date: 2017-04-13 09:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] phouka
The Phouka had had many beers and had found that this was a sort of dancing he could do quite well. He rather liked things being lit and getting turnt. This was a new idea for him and it made him smile brightly. He had been dancing with some lovely women who kept rubbing their backsides on him. But he noticed Winter slip away, glitter sparkling in his wake, and the Phouka untangled himself so he could go after the pixie.

"Are you turnt?" he asked with quite some concern.

Date: 2017-04-13 09:28 pm (UTC)
winter_wisp: (chirp chirp)
From: [personal profile] winter_wisp
"...Yeah," Winter replied, somewhat sheepishly. "Don't tell Fin though, okay? He'll get all excited and start buying rulers and things, and I'm only just applying and stuff, and... I don't even know if it'll happen, even if I use magic to fudge all the paperwork. ...It's just a thing that I might, maybe, do."


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