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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[goodfellow]

Robin was so fucking glad to be back in London. He'd felt like a caged bird, nearly ready to beat his wings against the bars until he bled.

He found Saturnalia just as he left it, as if hardly any time had passed at all. His manager had things well under control, welcomed him back, and he immediately began preparations to throw an epic welcome back party.

Though in the meantime, he enjoyed the opportunity to be his old self again. Tonight he stood by the bouncer at the door of the club, greeting newcomers himself, and occasionally handing out shots that one of the bartenders would periodically come out and supply him with, on a gilded tray.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin hadn't really been looking for a night out, but in stepping into this new life he'd acquired a group of 'friends' who seemed to send out invites daily. There were only so many times he could say no, he was sure, and so tonight he'd said yes.

Trapped between the daughter of rock royalty and some DJ he listened to the others chatter as they hauled him away from the line and straight over to the velvet rope. Apparently they didn't wait in lines, and neither did he now. It wasn't until they were about to head in that Fin realized he recognized a face, and he politely pardoned himself from the group to say hello.

"Robin!" he smiled, looking a bit relieved.

[goodfellow]

Robin's face showed his surprise upon seeing Fin, but then he smiled broadly. "Well hello, Fin."

He realized that he didn't know... well, which Fin this was. After all, they were back in London. He also didn't know how to ask.

"You're here!" he added.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I am," he replied, pushing his hair back and then stepping closer. He hoped this was the Robin from the mainland and not just the Robin the other Fin had known. Because if he wasn't, Fin was about to sound well and truly mad.

"I'm living in his flat," he confessed quietly.

[goodfellow]

Well that answered that. And Robin wasn't sorry at all; he'd grown close to this version of Fin as well. If, perhaps, still not as close... and Robin was well aware that that was his own doing. No need to put himself in a position to be hurt.

"Yours now," he said. "I'm starting to think we may be back for good."

A beautiful woman in a dress so bare it barely constituted clothing came up to them and whispered in Robin's ear. His lips turned into a satisfied smile, and he handed her one of the shot glasses from the tray before she headed into the club.

He turned his attention back to Fin. "Wait, so this means you've never been here, right? Welcome to Saturnalia."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"It's very impressive, Robin," the fae replied, looking up at the building.

[goodfellow]

"It is, isn't it," Robin agreed. He was very proud of Saturnalia.

"Do you want a shot?" He picked up one of the glasses off the tray and shot it back. "It's top shelf tequila." Though before Fin could answer, Robin grabbed his hand. "And come in, I'll show you around."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was happy to be led along, his gaze lingering on a half-naked man at the bar before returning to Robin and the scene all around them.

"It's loud in here," he noted, the music rattling through him as they wove through Robin's adoring patrons.

[goodfellow]

"It is," Robin agreed, his voice nearly a shout over the din.

Another half naked and very glittery man gave them both an obvious once-over from where he was dancing nearby, and smirked in obvious approval before running his hands over his body seductively.

"You like it though?" Robin asked Fin, still watching the man.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I do," Fin replied, doing his best to project his voice over the music. "It's a lot nicer than the clubs I used to go to."

[goodfellow]

"Nothing but the best," Robin said. "You're one of the beautiful and famous now. You fit in very well here."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Hardly," Fin laughed, leaning against Robin and shaking his head. "Now I know you own the place though, I'll be coming all the time."

[goodfellow]

"Good," Robin said. "I'll make sure they know you at the door. Want a drink?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin was still struggling to keep food down, though he was sure now it was less about the meds and more about not eating enough. Drink though, that he was slipping back into.

"Sure, I'd love one."

[goodfellow]

Robin grinned. "Wonderful." He grabbed Fin's hand and pulled him to a seat an empty seat at the bar, which was full of people. "Sit," he said, and then actually hopped up onto the bar and onto the other side.

There were two bartenders working, and one of them called, "Hey boss!" Robin waved at him and then pulled a bottle of tequila off the top shelf.

"First, taste this," he said, and poured a shot and slid it across the bar to Fin. "Gift from a telenovela actress in Mexico, one with very good taste."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin gave it a curious sniff and then knocked it back. It was nice, but it was strong. ...Or maybe it just felt strong on an empty stomach.

"It's nice," he said, licking his lips.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him, looking pleased. Then he proceeded to make two fairly strong palomas. He passed one to Fin and then put his elbows on the bar, watching him. "Good, right?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nodded, sipping this one a bit slower now, aware he'd wind up wasted if he drank too fast.

"Do you work behind the bar often?" he asked curiously. "You strike me as more the center stage sort."

[goodfellow]

Robin poured another shot from the bottle, and downed it himself, before putting the bottle back.

"Nah, not often," he said. "But it's kind of fun. Keeps me closer to the patrons. But you're completely right, I'm more of a dancing shirtless on the DJ stage with a glitter gun."

[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?"