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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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Blue doesn't ask, it's not worth the time, energy or curiosity to wonder why Robin was afraid of Promise - not that Blue feels that Robin shouldn't be afraid of Promise. Instead he simply tips his head a little, and remembers what it's like to deal with Prince Charming.

No. No. Prince Charming is far more irritating.

"Finally got together with Ishiah, huh?"

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This gets an offended snort from Robin, who knits his brows together and presses a hand to his chest in the international signal for clutched pearls.

"What do you mean finally?"

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Blue just shrugs his shoulders a little, as if to signal that he doesn't know, but in fact, he does. He played too many sad love songs back when he worked at Lux, over a year ago, to not have known.

"I mean finally."

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Robin takes a deep breath and lets it out in a suffering-sounding sigh. He is just about tired of this 'finally' bullcaca, from Blue and from Holly and from others who he is familiar with, that have been in the city for some time now.

For an immortal know-it-all who has a habit of being on the beating vein of gossip, it is always disgruntling to hear people talking about one's hookup like it is old news.

"I need another drink. And you owe me a dance at some point this night, because I say so. Provided that I can still dance at the end of it. Either way, you will have shown me a good time."

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Blue decides not to torment him any longer, and nods amicably at the demand. "Just signal me over, and I'll dance with you, Robin."

Blue raises himself up on his tiptoes, ruffles Robin's hair (okay, maybe he needs to torment him just a little bit more) and smiles. "I'll see you later, okay?"

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[winewomenand]

"Always a good sport. How ironically All-American of you."

One hand moves to swat at Blue's as he moves to mess the puck's carefully wavy hair, but he misses, a clear sign of how drunk he is. Snickering at his own lack of coordination, he waves Blue off to do whatever it is that Blues need to do.

"Take your time. You do what you want, right?"