GP - London Calling

[mist_mods]

It had been months now, and London remained. The mist hadn't rolled back in, they hadn't all been dragged back to the icy beaches, and life was normal. ...Sort of. ...At least for the people who'd started in London. For others it was like being dumped somewhere new again, forced to either try and make their way home, or build a new life in a new city.

(OTA! London is here to stay, though the mist is still lurking, waiting to creep back in now and then.)

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[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't dare ask what a glitter gun is and what one does with it," Fin laughed, his cheeks going slightly red as he drank.

[goodfellow]

"Cover everyone in glitter, of course," Robin said, and winked. "Mmmm you should see me in glitter, pet."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Glitter sounds terribly messy," the fae replied with a bright laugh. "You look lovely in everything though, Robin."

[goodfellow]

"And even more lovely in nothing at all," Robin countered smoothly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh? And are you often nude with your glitter gun?" Fin teased.

[goodfellow]

"Amazingly enough, nudity in the club is still considered indecent exposure, even if I wouldn't make it against the rules if I had the choice," Robin said with a smirk, and took a generous swallow from his glass.

"That guy over there is looking at you," he added, nodding subtly with his glass. "You used to being famous yet?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin glanced back to see who Robin meant, not very subtle at all. He was handsome, tall, nice cheekbones.

"No," he admitted, looking back to Robin. "It's weird. People keep taking photos with me. That happened a bit after Hamlet, but not like this."

[goodfellow]

"Well at least you won't have any trouble getting laid," Robin said, and knocked back the rest of his drink.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin blushed and let out an awkward laugh.

"I'm not trying to shag strangers," Fin assured him.

[goodfellow]

"Any particular reason?" Robin asked. He could imagine lots of them, but was genuinely curious which it was.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Just don't really see the appeal. I want to be with people I care for. People who care about me," Fin explained. "There has to be trust, I guess."

[goodfellow]

Robin grabbed a bottle from under the bar and poured another shot while saying, not looking at Fin, "I imagine you won't have any trouble with that either."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're not wrong. I have a lot of people I care about in my life. I'm blessed," Fin replied. "I'm not alone anymore, and that... Well, it's everything, Robin. It's everything."

[goodfellow]

Robin nodded, and then, as if talking about being alone was not something he could handle while sober, knocked back the shot.

"It was your time," he said. "It would have happened anyway, you know. You'd have met Hex. And whats his face, the doctor. And me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And I'm thankful for all of you," Fin assured him. "I don't care if it was inevitable or if you were all his first. I'm just glad to have you all."

[goodfellow]

Robin looked vaguely uncomfortable at that, too. "Oh, well... I uh, I'm glad you're here. Welcome back to your life."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin's smile faulted slightly and he tilted his head.

"Have I said something wrong?" he asked

[goodfellow]

"Ah... no." Robin shrugged, reaching for the bottle under the bar one more time. "I'm just not great with emotional connections."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh. Right, sorry," Fin said softly. Now it was his turn to look uncomfortable.

"Um, don't suppose you've got some super secret VIP smoking section, do you?" he asked. "I don't mind standing out in the back if you don't, just fancy a smoke is all."

[goodfellow]

Robin felt kind of bad for that response, but it was true, and he was also determined not to let this Fin get under his skin like the old Fin had. Especially since Wilyl Silver was bound to come back into the picture.

"There's a balcony off of my office upstairs," Robin said. "Well, less a balcony and more a fire escape, but it's a good place to have a quiet minute. Here, I'll take you." He climbed over the bar again.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You don't have to go to any trouble. Wouldn't want to trap you in close quarters and get my feelings all over you," he added softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin opened his mouth to respond to that, but honestly, it wasn't the kind of conversation to have while having to shout in the middle of a loud club. So he simply grabbed Fin's hand and pulled him through the club on the way to the back hallway (through a locked door) and to his office.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin tensed a little at being pulled along, but he let the other man lead him away.

[goodfellow]

Robin hadn't wanted to risk losing him in the crowd, and once they were in the hallway and walking into his office he said, "Look, I didn't mean to offend you. You know I care about you, it's just - me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's fine, it's... I mean I hardly know you," Fin replied, doing his best to look as though he didn't care and shrugging one shoulder.