RP: We Meet Again, Old Friend Who: Renly Baratheon and Robb McLellan When: 31 March 2013; noon Where:The Association, Los Angeles, Ca. Status: Complete Word Count: 9,760
Fingertips trailing along the tops of buttery supple, all-too familiar leather upholstered sofas, Robb wound his way around the back toward one of the little private spaces at The Association. Noon on the dot as prescribed - and not a minute before or after - and you could bet a year's salary that Renly Baratheon would already be there, immaculately attired and halfway through some bawdy but aptly-titled drink, tapping his foot with impatience.
Normally his go-to spot with Renly several times a month, he'd been terribly lax of late; an inexcusable act, really, considering Lord Strange (one of many affectionate 'pet' names for Renly) just happened to be his oldest, dearest mate stateside. The one who'd been the direct conduit to landing a job at Red Gum. A blindingly handsome, New York City born and bred jet-setting professional event planner with a stable full of lovely young boys that was very much used to getting his way with absolutely everyone and everything.
Except for one extremely stubborn, headstrong Scot that flat-out refused to be, literally, just another number.
Well aware that eyes as equally fussy, picky and fashion savvy as Jon's would be glued to him, and as first impressions of the day meant everything, Robb had taken particular care pulling items from bulging wardrobe. Since it was Easter and all, out came a crisp dress shirt in vivid cobalt violet. Two buttons casually left undone at the throat, signature neat turns of the cuff and topped with a fine gauge cashmere v-neck jumper, sleeves pushed halfway up the forearms that matched trousers in a sooty grey completed the look.
Sliding into a seat so comfortable and inviting it felt like coming home in a way, Robb grinned and without missing a single beat, leaned in to press a kiss to warm, waiting lips. His and Renly's standard 'Hello and how's things, gorgeous?' greeting.