to: MAGS; from: TYR
For: Mags
From: Tyr
Prompt: Any Nico Robin pairing, actually. Open to MM or crossover pairings, too.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Fiyero asked, helping Robin off with her coat and hanging it over her chair, which he pushed in for her.
“Scotch, on the rocks.” Robin replied, looking around at all the unnecessary gilt in the room. “If that’s ostentatious enough for our surroundings.” She quipped, wondering why they couldn’t have just had their drink in one of the seedy bars on the dockside.
“You said it was my choice.” Fiyero replied, settling into his chair across the table. It had a candle in a bottle on it, and a very expensive looking tablecloth; normally the pubs she drank in barely had tables you could pull your drinks off of let alone tablecloths.
“Yes but you were meant to choose where I wanted to go.” Robin whined cheekily, putting on a pout and doodling a circle with her fingertip. Truth be, told she rather liked the place, even if some of the clientele’s costumes assaulted the eyes. It had columns on the frontage outside, but she’d barely been able to contain her amusement that they’d used ionic columns with a base that was obviously doric; obviously some people just didn’t know one ancient civilisation from another.
“Well I rather like going to places where a brawl would be unseemly, not inevitable.” Fiyero said, expertly summoning a waiter and calling up a round of drinks and appetisers. “And besides, apparently there’s a famous musician touring through.”
“You’re so much more boring in person.” Robin harrumphed, doing her best to look every bit the disinterested date. Fiyero seemed so much more interesting over the network, and so much more of a boring fop in person. He was entirely lacking in manly drunken stubble for one, and he was dressed so sharply he put her razor to shame. But on the other hand he’d gotten them into an exclusive restaurant past a waiting list longer than any arm she could grow, that probably cost more than she’d earned in quite a while. Obviously he had some uses.
“What a coincidence, I was thinking something similar.” Fiyero said, completely deadpan as he poured out a glass of wine for himself from a bottle a nervous looking waiter had proffered for Fiyero’s inspection. “Although in this case it was that you are rather more attractive in person.” Again, completely deadpan, even as Robin shot bolt upright.
“That was cruel and unusual.” Robin muttered into her scotch. He wanted her; it was obvious, so how should she crush him? Maybe she should play along and then turn him down, or she could pour the wine down him and storm out to make a scene. Or, she thought as a mouth-watering selection of starters arrived, she could wait until after the meal (and possibly even the cheese and biscuits) and then crush him in the palm of her hand for thinking he was good enough.
“Maybe. But you do have lovely eyes.” Fiyero continued, his eyes perusing the menu, not leaving the printed word. Robin started to get the feeling she was being gently wound up, and decided to play along and see if she could bite back. She uncrossed her legs and played one of them lightly up against Fiyero’s.
“Oh? Do go on.” She purred; if he was going to try and make her uncomfortable then she would damn well take him with her. “What about my eyes?” She very gently started rubbing the top of Fiyero’s boot with the toe of hers.
“Oh I don’t know, there’s just something about them.” Fiyero replied, still looking at the menu. “Possibly in the shape of them.” He took a forkful of hors d'œuvres and manoeuvred it into his mouth without looking.
“Yes?” Fiyero barely registered a facial tick as Robin moved her foot up his thigh, urging him on, half out of impishness and partly because she wanted to hear what he thought about her eyes.
“Well, they’re not really so great if you compare them to your hair.” Fiyero continued, unabashed as she skirted her foot up and rested it on top of his and continuing to tease his other leg with her other foot. “Which again pales in comparison to your other assets.”
“Other assets?” Robin asked innocently, trailing her leg up so that both of them rested on his lap. Then in a moment of levity she decided to pop another leg and continue the fun. Fiyero looked up from the menu straight into her eyes and declared loudly.
“Lady, I’m not sure what manner of fiend you are but would you mind taking your third leg out of my lap?”
And that is when they got kicked out and went and got rat-arsed at a seedy dive in the docks and woke up the next morning with traffic cones and a raging hangover.
From: Tyr
Prompt: Any Nico Robin pairing, actually. Open to MM or crossover pairings, too.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Fiyero asked, helping Robin off with her coat and hanging it over her chair, which he pushed in for her.
“Scotch, on the rocks.” Robin replied, looking around at all the unnecessary gilt in the room. “If that’s ostentatious enough for our surroundings.” She quipped, wondering why they couldn’t have just had their drink in one of the seedy bars on the dockside.
“You said it was my choice.” Fiyero replied, settling into his chair across the table. It had a candle in a bottle on it, and a very expensive looking tablecloth; normally the pubs she drank in barely had tables you could pull your drinks off of let alone tablecloths.
“Yes but you were meant to choose where I wanted to go.” Robin whined cheekily, putting on a pout and doodling a circle with her fingertip. Truth be, told she rather liked the place, even if some of the clientele’s costumes assaulted the eyes. It had columns on the frontage outside, but she’d barely been able to contain her amusement that they’d used ionic columns with a base that was obviously doric; obviously some people just didn’t know one ancient civilisation from another.
“Well I rather like going to places where a brawl would be unseemly, not inevitable.” Fiyero said, expertly summoning a waiter and calling up a round of drinks and appetisers. “And besides, apparently there’s a famous musician touring through.”
“You’re so much more boring in person.” Robin harrumphed, doing her best to look every bit the disinterested date. Fiyero seemed so much more interesting over the network, and so much more of a boring fop in person. He was entirely lacking in manly drunken stubble for one, and he was dressed so sharply he put her razor to shame. But on the other hand he’d gotten them into an exclusive restaurant past a waiting list longer than any arm she could grow, that probably cost more than she’d earned in quite a while. Obviously he had some uses.
“What a coincidence, I was thinking something similar.” Fiyero said, completely deadpan as he poured out a glass of wine for himself from a bottle a nervous looking waiter had proffered for Fiyero’s inspection. “Although in this case it was that you are rather more attractive in person.” Again, completely deadpan, even as Robin shot bolt upright.
“That was cruel and unusual.” Robin muttered into her scotch. He wanted her; it was obvious, so how should she crush him? Maybe she should play along and then turn him down, or she could pour the wine down him and storm out to make a scene. Or, she thought as a mouth-watering selection of starters arrived, she could wait until after the meal (and possibly even the cheese and biscuits) and then crush him in the palm of her hand for thinking he was good enough.
“Maybe. But you do have lovely eyes.” Fiyero continued, his eyes perusing the menu, not leaving the printed word. Robin started to get the feeling she was being gently wound up, and decided to play along and see if she could bite back. She uncrossed her legs and played one of them lightly up against Fiyero’s.
“Oh? Do go on.” She purred; if he was going to try and make her uncomfortable then she would damn well take him with her. “What about my eyes?” She very gently started rubbing the top of Fiyero’s boot with the toe of hers.
“Oh I don’t know, there’s just something about them.” Fiyero replied, still looking at the menu. “Possibly in the shape of them.” He took a forkful of hors d'œuvres and manoeuvred it into his mouth without looking.
“Yes?” Fiyero barely registered a facial tick as Robin moved her foot up his thigh, urging him on, half out of impishness and partly because she wanted to hear what he thought about her eyes.
“Well, they’re not really so great if you compare them to your hair.” Fiyero continued, unabashed as she skirted her foot up and rested it on top of his and continuing to tease his other leg with her other foot. “Which again pales in comparison to your other assets.”
“Other assets?” Robin asked innocently, trailing her leg up so that both of them rested on his lap. Then in a moment of levity she decided to pop another leg and continue the fun. Fiyero looked up from the menu straight into her eyes and declared loudly.
“Lady, I’m not sure what manner of fiend you are but would you mind taking your third leg out of my lap?”
And that is when they got kicked out and went and got rat-arsed at a seedy dive in the docks and woke up the next morning with traffic cones and a raging hangover.