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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)
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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)
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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: 2017-04-13 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 09:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] just_hex
Hex was resolute in his sobriety, even in the face of cheap pints. Tonight he'd just wanted to dance. Blow off a little steam and sweat. He'd never been a fan of this sort of music, he preferred some EDM, but there was a steady hard beat and he found lots of people to dance with as he moved with the crowd around the floor.

Eventually he had to stop, though. There was only so much a person could dance and sweat before he needed some water. He paused at the bar long eough to get a bottle of ice cold water and he leaned against the wall to drink it. There were deep V's on the front and back of his A shirt and it clung to his skin just there.

He was tempted to pour the water over his face to cool down but opted to just drink it instead.

Date: 2017-04-14 12:18 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] so_thoughtless
The music was dreadful, the beer was forgettable, and the people were, well, people. While he knew he was in part (a very small part!) to blame for what a mess humans were, that didn't mean he pitied them. And yes, he'd made quite a large mistake while they were being shaped into something more than sentient flesh bags, but you really couldn't blame him for the disaster of a species they'd evolved into. It wasn't his fault they all seemed to have daddy issues after all. Surely that had more to do with having so many bloody daddies- Each of which who refused to acknowledge one another or show themselves, leaving the little bags of bone and fat to squabble over who their real daddy was and which of them was his favourite.

If you asked him, they ought to have wiped the slate clean and started again. Either that, or Prometheus should have stuffed some common sense in them when he was blessing them with the kitchen scraps they'd stuffed into the little meat dumplings at the last minute. The gods were all forever fighting over who'd created what, and which of them had made man, but really- Who'd want to take credit for this sweaty pile of pigs?

Scowling at the crowd, Epimetheus kept an eye out for his darling brother while he sipped on the strongest drink they had on offer, and shooed away any mortal that attempted to engage with him.


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