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When; Saturday, August 12th
Rating; G-NC-17?
Characters; Open!
Summary; The Blue Light turns 1.
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The Blue Light is decorated; it's got it's usual jazz style but tonight there's some more to it; curtains and tables all look a little bit dated, because they are. Where Blue and Promise found the furnishings for this particular party is something that both of them won't tell, but it looks terrific.

There are corners to hide in and corners to party in, and good music and good booze. It's a party!

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"Yours?" Robin blinked glazed, inebriated eyes which were suddenly owlish, halfway startled. He took the coin out of his mouth and tucked it safely behind the same ear he toyed with a moment ago.

"Do not feel all nervous and guilty on Ishiah's account. Everything pisses him off. He wakes up in the morning pissed off and it is all downhill from there, believe you me."

Relaxing, he considered Tony, raking him up and down and then staring over his shoulder at the lines of glass bottles on the wall.

"And anyway, it was not a kiss. It was hazing. An expression of affectionate teasing. Now get me a drink, do your job."

"Strangely enough, hearing that he's always pissed off isn't making me less nervous," Tony said dryly as he moved to flip the empty glasses into the pile for cleaning with practiced ease.

The clean glass for Robin he called to his hand without really thinking about it.

"What do you want?"

"Relax. You have nothing to fear from his wrath, no matter how I may decide to spoil you. He would blame me and me alone and be happy in having the excuse to bust my balls."

The puck made a show of rolling his eyes, before shimmying in his seat to get settled in in actuality, and sliding the coin to set it back down on the table and slide it to Tony. Funtime was over anyway, and the magic tricks-- real magic tricks --were worth sticking around to watch.

"That is yours. Now. As far as drink goes, it is a party. Why not go for cocktails. Can you do a Hop, Skip and Go Naked? I had one of those when I was in Quebec. But then, you are from the other side of that country, aren't you? I can never remember."

"It's mine and you'll give me another. And they do those outside of Quebec too."

The coin was tucked away in Tony's pocket in a movement that was made clumsy by unfamiliarity with the clothes he was wearing. Apparently the jacket had no pockets but his pants did.

But there wasn't anything clumsy about the simple calling of objects for the drink. Tony didn't have to recite the spell anymore either. Come To Me was so ingrained that he hardly had to think of it. He just reached and things were there.

Beer, lemonaid, vodka, limeaid, soda...he paused a second and looked up.

"Crushed ice?"

"Fuck the ice. It is only there to take up room in your cup and your stomach, neither of which are something which I want or need when I am drinking."

The admonishing was honest but not snappish, good-natured and slow, as drunk as Robin was already. He shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands together, chilly in the Blue Light's A/C for hours and with all of the alcohol in his system, bringing his body heat to the surface to escape. Robin dug in his own back pocket to pull out a matching colored coin and, reaching forward with a hint of uncharacteristic clumsiness, tucked it into Tony's pocket, before reaching forward with both hands to adjust his suitcoat and shirt collar.

Robin's eyes trailed to the ingredients being summoned.

"Am I just blasted out of my mind or are you getting better at that lately?"

A splash more vodka instead, then. Tony stirred the drink and set it on a napkin for Robin to take. And it was a good thing he wasn't still holding the cocktail while usually nimble fingers made their way into his pocket and then tugged at his clothing, or he would have made a mess.

As it was, he tried to squirm away and hold still at the same time and really failed spectacularly at both actions.

"Probably both. But yeah, Come To Me is pretty easy now."

"That is good. So long as it won't consume your sanity or something horrible like that, I can imagine that magic is an incredibly useful skill to have for many reasons. Lucky you."

He heaved a sigh before taking the drink and, uncharacteristically, nursing it instead of drinking it like it might be revoked, and he leaned against the bar with both elbows, slouching and propping his head up with his free hand. Seeing nothing of interest happening at the moment, he turned a lazy stare on Tony as the time ticked slowly down to his break.

"You owe me that dance by the way. And I owe you a talk, eventually. Perhaps."

Edited 2009-09-11 08:32 (UTC)

Tony served two more customers in the time it took Robin to bring his gaze back to him, more money clinking into the cashbox, more bottles springing to his fingertips as he called them. He'd also had a second drink waiting for Robin and was surprised to see him still nursing the first.

"Sanity isn't what my magic consumes," he said with a rueful grin as he tucked a thumb under the strap of his suspender and gave it a quick snap. He'd gained back an awful lot of the weight he'd dropped since that whole thing with Eden, but that didn't mean his pants fit right yet. At least he wasn't eating everything in sight anymore.

"A talk about what?"

The suspenders snap got another eyeroll out of the puck, but this one was more cagey and distant, as was the voice that followed. He finished a good half of the first drink before he spoke.

"I would consider you the perfect companion, if only you weren't loaded with baggage and also possessing of a very poor shelf-life."

He lifted the drink to his lips again, but stopped, shrugged, and set it down by the other one, sliding them together until they clicked and then staring, eyes not meeting Tony's while he spoke.

"Caliban has seen fit to grace us with the presence of the prodigal son once more. For some reason that boy always manages to make me consider things. Such as my behaviors and my friendships. I am a terrible friend. Especially when I am a fucking friend. I dropped you like a hot potato and normally that is par for the course with me, but I owe you explanations and apologies."

"Baggage?" Tony said with suspicion and the tiniest thread of fear that Robin had found out something he shouldn't have.

"I don't think I know Caliban," he said with a shrug. "It's alright.
I was just worried that I did something...you know...offensive or stupid or whatever to mess things up with you and I couldn't figure out what."

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