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On the evening of the shortest day of the year, Felix arrived at Saturnalia just as he'd promised Robin he would. He had put all thoughts of what he ought or ought not do out of his mind, and decided to deal with the consequences later. After all, for him, and for Cabalines, the solstice was the more important of the upcoming plethora of holidays, but to everyone else, it was just a Wednesday. Felix could go out on Wednesday if he so chose.

He met Robin at the club, as agreed upon, somewhat early in the evening. Felix had dressed simply, for him, in very form-fitting (and very expensive) charcoal gray jeans and a dark purple buttoned shirt that fit him perfectly. No extra accessories tonight -- he wanted to be easy to unwrap.

"And where are we going?" Felix inquired, once Robin decided to appear.
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Trouble in Paradise. Come get what you were after.

The text arrived on Robin Goodfellow's phone from Felix's number, attached to a room number and the address of the Hotel Pullman, remarkably late on an otherwise unremarkable weeknight. Felix gave no further explanation, assuming, after a fair quantity of bourbon, that the invitation would stand on its own.

Most of the bottle he'd demanded from room service had disappeared by the time he heard the knock. Felix flicked his fingers at the door, disengaging the lock with the simplest touch of magic so that the door swung naturally open. He lounged on the terribly modern cream chaise near the sleek walnut desk, and poured a generous glass of his bourbon for his guest without looking up.

He had shed his jacket and his shoes -- the same clothes he'd left the apartment in, of course -- and stretched out lazily in trousers, waistcoat, shirt and tie. The tie was loosened somewhat, the shirt unbuttoned at his throat, and with his bottle in hand, Felix appeared to belong more appropriately to the scene of an opium den out of Wilde's most lustful imagination, surrounded by debauched and glaze-eyed libertines, than the clean straight lines and lush finishes of a modern luxury hotel.

Expectantly, he looked up at the opening of the door.

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