Buzz (Robbie/Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian probably shouldn't have done this, but Michael had pissed him off, and his talk with Robbie had reminded him just how much he used to enjoy being with guys. And coming to see a writhing mass of mostly young, slender males dancing to hard music seemed a perfect way to lose himself for a few hours. He had gotten a little warmth flowing through his blood, just enough to keep him from thinking too hard.

[Robbie Falconer]

"Oi! You!" Robbie called when he saw the bloke. He remembered enough to recognize him and to know he needed to get out, but the guy's name was a blank. "That's him," he told the guys. They were at a table off to the side right now, with a collection of half-full and empty glasses, rabbitting about nothing. They'd been here a while, for the most part, or at least it seemed that way. The place was a second home.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian looked around, then his lips pulled up into a smile as he headed over to the group. He took a look over the group, his eyes hovering on a couple of them before they moved back to Robbie. "You're an easy man to find," he said when he was close enough to not have to shout at the top of his lungs to be heard.

[Robbie Falconer]

Robbie gave a grin, then nudged the guy beside him. "Hear that, mates? I'm easy." There was a round of chuckles before he gestured for his friends to budge up so he could sit. "Nowt we didn't know already, I reckon. Have a seat, then. We're checking out the talent. Got my eyes on that blond with the leathered friend." And he was waiting for the bloke to bugger off so he could step in.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian looked for the one Robbie pointed out and grinned as he settled in at the table. "He's a catch, alright," he agreed, looking the guy up and down before his eyes moved over to the crowd. "Think I'd rather that one," he nodded toward a slender redhead. "I have a thing for gingers." He winked and smirked over at Robbie.

[Robbie Falconer]

There was a round of light laughter and suggestive remarks at that, and Robbie grinned widely. "All right, then," he said, green eyes glittering, "What say we ditch these blokes and have a dance ourselves?" He liked the blonde well enough, but wasn't one to turn down a sure thing. Besides, the bloke had sparked his interest for the moment. Why not have fun with it?

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian shrugged and gestured out onto the floor. "As long as you're up for it, I am," he said. This was going to be a fun night, and he saw no reason not to go ahead and get it started. Who cared if he had just sat down and joined the group. Getting up and dancing was far preferable to sitting around and simply watching, no matter that his original thoughts had been just that.

[Robbie Falconer]

Robbie downed the last of his drink in one good swallow, then told the guys he'd see them around. Once he got dancing he lost track of time and he'd likely stay out until he was too parched to function. "What's your name again?" he asked. "Bit sloshed, can't seem to remember me own at times." He gave an apologetic puppy-face.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian started out into the crowd and managed a light laugh as he gave his name. "Emilian." He couldn't really blame the guy for not remembering his name, considering they had both been a bit sloshed for most of their first meeting. He really didn't like thinking about what all he had said during their first conversation.

[Robbie Falconer]

Robbie usually didn't bother with names. It wasn't worth remembering them all if you were only going to see them once. Luv worked well enough. This bloke—Emilian—would probably be back for more. He needed a good time, and once he let go he'd see the light. Robbie made a gesture back at the guys before disappearing into the crowd, then turned back to Emilian, ready to have fun. "When's the last time you did this?" he asked, a flippant question as he pulled close.

[Emilian Sota]

"I don't remember," Emilian answered, hoping he wouldn't be as rusty as he felt he was going to be. "Three years?" Probably longer, really. He didn't remember going in the months before moving to Hogwarts, and he definitely hadn't done anything like this since getting to the school. He hadn't had any need to, not with an entire school of new talent there waiting.

[Robbie Falconer]

"Blimey," Robbie said, sliding a hand against Emilian's side. "You're with the right man," he claimed, beginning to shift and move with the music. "Ol' Robbie'll have you back in the swing of things in no time." And a pleasure it would be, as well. With his focus shifted to dancing, he was noticing again how attractive the bloke was, and it showed in his eyes.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's hands found their way to Robbie's hips and raised an eyebrow as his eyes found Robbie's. "I'll be back to normal by the end of this song," he said. The guy was taller than him, covered in ink and piercings, very nearly the opposite of what he normally went for, but it was an amazing change from what he had gotten used to for the past years.

[Robbie Falconer]

"Right on, then," Robbie said. He pulled closer, his mind swimming enough in the drinks he'd had that he wasn't thinking about any of the things Emilian had said the last time they'd spoken, nor on the probable clash of desires some part of him knew would come if he pushed hard enough. The body against his wasn't the typical willowy twink either, but he wasn't picky, especially with the music thumping. He moved his hands where they felt like moving, and did the same with his body.

[Emilian Sota]

It would have been impossible for Emilian to miss the feeling coming from Robbie, that the guy was used to being the leader. As of yet, that wasn't an issue, and so he didn't dwell on it as more than a passing observation as he let his hands slide against the body so at odds with what he was used to that it pulled him in like a magnet.