Robin

[hold_back_the_darkness]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.

𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍- 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗.

The page said it, and so it was.  Alan had never been the clubbing type, always much more interested in a bar with a cheap tap. A club named Saturnalia sounded like a bad omen at best. Sure, the Roman's liked to party, and that was great and all, but old rituals carried a weight.

He wasn't sure who he was looking for. All Alan knew was he was meant to be here, and, well, if he was going to be here, he was having a drink.