Vex awoke the next morning, sprawled out on the lounge's couch, feeling like Hell from the amount of alcohol that had been in his system. Groaning in pain at his headache, he slowly forced his eyes to open. The lights of the club had been turned off, presumably when the staff had locked the place up for the night; they were used to doing so whenever the owner passed out beforehand.
Blinking against the blinding hangover that had formed, Vex suddenly realized that Rob was still present as well-except he was ontop of the hungover Mesmer. Gasping, Vex jolted against the couch, looking up at Rob and clearing his throat. "Uhm, Rob..." he began to speak, not really sure what to say about the situation. Nothing had happened, far as he remembered, but bloody Hell did this ever look bad...
Robin's eyes opened slowly and he stretched before relaxing back onto Vex, obviously not completely awake yet. Then, his eyes snapped the rest of the way open and he looked down at the Mesmer with a raised eyebrow. His eyes gleamed red, briefly, at the situation, before he smiled apologetically and rolled off of Vex. "Morning," he said groggily as he stood up, stretching his muscles. "Hangover meds?"
"Cabinet, left drawer, grab me some," Vex replied absently as he sat up, partially holding his head as he tried to get focused. Taking the white pills that the Incubus handed him, he popped them into his mouth and swallowed them dry. In the corner of his vision, he saw Robin do the same. "And g'morning, mate," he added after a moment, yawning quietly.
Rob looked over at Vex and smiled, speaking with a little bit of a chuckle, "I don't know about you, but I could use some coffee."
"Where the bloody 'ell 'ave you been all my life?" Vex joked without a second-thought as he stood up and linked his arm through Robin's wizard-of-Oz fashion. "Off to the coffee house, the wonderful house of Oz," he muttered like an idiot as he led Robin towards the exit of the club.
As Vex got to his car, he habitally opened the passenger-side door for Rob before going around to get into the driver's seat. As Rob got in and shut the car door, Vex held a hand out, "There's a bottle in the glove-box: Give."
Robin blinked, raising an eyebrow as he popped open the glove-box. It took only a moment to find an orange pill bottle that was about half-full with circular white pills. He blinked again, looking at Vex confusedly as he read the label: Mesnylcol. "Why?"
"Give. Me. Them," Vex said slowly, impatiently. He had already started to grit his teeth as he waited for the Incubus to do what he'd been asked. As Rob hesitantly put the bottle in Vex's hand, Vex uncapped it and tapped one of the pills out into his hand; before there was any protest, he tossed them back into his mouth and swallowed.
Robin's eyes were wide, "Vex..."
Vex relaxed slightly as he slowly closed the pill bottle and tossed it at Robin - presumably so that he'd put them away. However, as Vex looked away to light a cigarette, Robin tucked the bottle into his coat pocket; no way was he giving them back.
As the Mesmer exhaled, he pulled out of the lot and returned his attention to Robin. "Did you want one?" he asked suddenly, gesturing with his cigarette. The Incubus shook his head, and so Vex just shrugged, "Al'ight." His focus returned to driving to the local coffee house as he smoked; neither of them had enough ambition to make small-talk until they had their coffee...

It wasn't long before the two were sitting at a booth in the coffee house, sipping at their drinks. After a moment, Robin asked, "So, why did you go on a drinking binge this time?"
"In a nut-shell, mate," Vex began slowly. He had to collect his thoughts about the matter before he could really explain; after all, he wasn't exactly sober at the moment. "I was with this girl, name was Trisha. She decided to screw around with a buddy of mine." He paused there, deciding to just say that Mike was a buddy; he really didn't want to explain that side of his life to Rob. After a breath, he continued, "I... 'armed her, and 'e didn't approve. So, 'e kicked me out. I ended up at my club, and then you showed up." He shrugged at the end of it, as if it weren't a big deal, but he looked irritated.
Instinctively, Rob reached across the table and put a hand on Vex's. His power-of-influence flowed through Vex, making the Mesmer calm down a bit. As Vex realized what was happening however, he quickly shrugged the hand away and snapped, "Don't do that, mate. I'm bloody fine."
"What did you mean by that?" Robin asked suddenly, "You said you...harmed her? Like, you hit her or...?" He drew the question out, not wanting to judge but not really sure what to think about it either. The Vex-the Vincent-he had known would never have...
Not really caring that he was in public, Vex reached into his coat-which had an inner pocket to keep certain items-and pulled out part of the leather whip. It still had blood on it, which Vex resisted the urge to lick at. An unnervingly detailed image of Robin covered in blood flashed through the Mesmer's dark mind, making him jump. "Explain enough?" he said, clearing his throat as he quickly returned the whip to its hiding place.
"Yeah..." Rob replied, though it almost sounded like another question.
"So what's your story, mate?" Vex asked, changing the subject. "What ever 'appened to you?" He raised an eyebrow at the Incubus, waiting for an answer. It seemed to take the man a minute to collect himself before he really told the Mesmer.
"Well," Robin began slowly, "There was an accident... Fae-related... My parents ended up dead." The words sounded hollow as the Incubus said them, like they were as dead as his deceased parents. "I got my revenge, took care of the bastards who did it, but I decided to disappear for a while... I've only been back in town a week or two."
As Rob informed him that he'd gotten his revenge, the Mesmer's eyes lowered. "Lucky you," he muttered. Then, he forced himself to meet Rob's eyes again. "Ya know my father went missing... Good bloody thing... But I s'ppose you were gone when the rest of the storm came, weren't you?" he commented quietly.
He waited for Robin to nod, but didn't give the Incubus time to say anything before he continued speaking. He knew if he tried to pause too much, he wouldn't be able to finish saying all of it; he'd had that problem too many times before. "A couple years after that, and after you'd left the area... I screwed with the wrong vampire, and 'e showed up at my estate when I wasn't home... Mum was getting groceries down the road... "E murdered Lex, Rob. Little Lexi's gone..." He had to stop, shaking his head at the painful memories. "M-mum killed 'erself a week after that, couldn't take what 'ad 'appened..."
Looking more than a ittle sympathetic, Robin stood up and walked around the booth to sit next to Vex, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Vincent," he said quietly, hoping to comfort the Mesmer. After a moment of silence, he let his power flow, soothing Vex the only way he really could.
Vex shuddered against the magic; it was hard for Incubi (or Succubi) to sooth somebody without there being a sexual edge to it, and Vex could definitely feel the truth in that statement. He wanted to tell Rob to stop, and he was going to do so, but for some reason that he didn't understand, he didn't do it. It had been a long time since he'd been comforted... Trish wasn't known for her relationship or friendship skills; his relationships before that, this past decade, had been quite similiar...
So, instead of pulling away or telling Robin to knock it off, Vex let himself relax and lean against the wall that he was sitting next to. Every minute or two, the Mesmer would give tiny, tell-tale signs that the edge Rob's powers had were affecting him along with the soothing techniques, but he didn't mention it - and, so, neither did Robin.
After about fifteen minutes, Robin let go of the Mesmer's shoulder and took a breath; he had put his sunglasses on so that the humans around them wouldn't see the red glow of his falsely-brown eyes. He waited a moment, until he was sure his eyes were normal, and then removed the glasses and tucked them into his pocket. "Feeling better?" he asked Vex quietly.
Vex just nodded, not trusting his voice entirely at first. After a few long, contemplative drinks of his coffee, he said, "Care to go back to the Estate? It's quieter there... Less 'umans, less 'eadaches."
"Sure, Vince," Robin replied with a small smile.
Automatically, the Mesmer corrected him, "Vex."
"You'll always be Vince to me."