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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

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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[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

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."

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[winewomenand]

"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."

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[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

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?"

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[winewomenand]

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."

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"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."