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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 25, 2020 17:47:41 GMT -6
Qadyn linked Nilla's arm in his own and declared, "Oh I know better bars than this, girl." He marched her past the banquet hall bar, through the kitchen (much to the dismay of the angered chefs) and through a backdoor that led to a small garden district with a gorgeous view: fountains, floral sculptures, and at least 7 different bars with quirky themes like Neon Bar, Arcade Bar, Disco Dance Bar, Cupcake Bar, etc. He pointed towards the Neon Bar. "This is where to get the good shit." He hoped Carac was following, and honestly didn't mind if anyone else had seen and followed along, too.
He led Nilla into the Neon Bar and was let in without providing identification. They must remember me from last summer. He strutted to the bar and without hesitation, the bartender handed him two tall glasses with flashing neon lights in the base and a purple fog coming out of the top. "Cheers to our death day, bitches!"
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Mar 25, 2020 17:54:38 GMT -6
Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 25, 2020 17:54:38 GMT -6
"May it be a beautiful one!" she finished the improvised toast and clinked her fog spewing glass with Qadyn's
She noticed someone down the bar trying to hide the fact that they were taking a picture of the pair. She gave Qadyn a slight head nod in their fan's direction.
"You ever wonder if anything we accomplish will ever out shadow our time in the arena. I built my brand from the ground up but all anybody over 35 knows about me is how I did in the arena."
She gave the candid photographer a smile as he fumbled with his device, trying to turn the flash off, "fuck em..." she mouthed to Qadyn under his breath as she continued to smile at the man.
"Don't be shy!" she called out to the man down the bar, "I don't bite...well...Qadyn does but I'll ask him nicely to behave."
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Mar 25, 2020 18:04:26 GMT -6
Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 25, 2020 18:04:26 GMT -6
Qadyn stared at the camera and gave a snarl with a bite. He then went through his usual poses: straight shoulders, hands on hips with arched back, hand on forehead with head thrown back, hands clasped around his neck.
After his impromptu photoshoot, he pulled the bartender over by his tie and licked his face. "Aw yeah, let's give them a fucking show, betch!"
He then hopped onto the bar top and did a runway walk until the embarrassed photographer dropped his camera and backed up.
He hopped down and resumed his drink. "Oh, I KNOW. It's like killing people is the best thing I've done. Honestly, I'm not sure if I could do it again. And while I don't want to die at 31, at least it'll be on camera." He shrugged. "Maybe they'll send my body to my mother and she'll do some crazy human leather piece that will sell for a FORTUNE." He laughed at the morbid thought. Gotta laugh to hide the pain. "Wait, bitches wouldn't really BUY that, would they? Ugh GAG"
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Mar 25, 2020 18:12:21 GMT -6
Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 25, 2020 18:12:21 GMT -6
Nilla might not be used to a runway but she knew how to work a crowd. As Qdyn went through the litany of poses she did her best to accentuate each one with a complimentary pose. She was sure she wasn't as graceful as her counterpart but she was damned sure he wasn't gonna make her look like a wallflower.
As he went to do his runway walk she slipped back into her seat clapping and cheering him on until her returned to the seat beside her. "Alright," she practically shouted, "You convinced me. If I die out there ya gotta promise to make me into something beautiful...nothing creepy like a lamp or...rug. Got it?!"
She saw it in his eyes every so often for the briefest of moments and she was sure he saw it in her's...but for right now lets just pretend we'll wake up in our own beds tomorrow.
"Oh and for the record," she grinned at him and motioned at the bartender for another drink, "I'd totally wear you."
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Mar 25, 2020 18:21:18 GMT -6
Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 25, 2020 18:21:18 GMT -6
Qadyn laughed at Nilla's comments. Is she..does she think...?
He ordered a round of shimmering glittery tequila shots for everyone in the bar. Might as well treat them while I can. I wonder what happens to my Captiol Summer Villa if I... He tried not to think beyond that.
As the bartender prepared the shots, he settled in. "So, I'll admit I haven't versed myself much in the tribute pool. Thoughts? Spill that tea, girl!"
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Mar 25, 2020 18:31:24 GMT -6
Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 25, 2020 18:31:24 GMT -6
She made a big show of looking either way as if about to let some confidential information slip. Motioning Qadyn to come in close she dropped her voice to a mock-whisper, "From what I can tell...through all my research...I'm faaaiirly certain...the other tributes...are planning to kill us."
She leaned back in her chair and gave Qadyn a triumphant glance, hands on her hips, before loosing it and dropping the act in a fit of laughter. "No but for real, I have done some research and I'm willing to cut you in on what I know if you're willing to not stab me on day one."
"Promises don't mean much though do they..." she thought behind her smile and her thoughts began to smile once more, "...you deserve it...you could stop thinking about it...about her...its what you deserve"
She shook her head trying to clear the thoughts loose. "For right now though..." she grinned, shot in hand, "do you think any of em are cute?"
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Mar 25, 2020 18:43:06 GMT -6
Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 25, 2020 18:43:06 GMT -6
Qadyn accepted his shot glass from the bartender and set one down in front of Nilla.
"Cute? Oh honey I suppose I haven't even had a good enough look in person, although I'm sure I've seen them all at victor events and watched some of their games. I suppose I find a few...quaint? The mom squad seem sweet. Carac seemed...in... nearly ideal physical shape. You know, I think I only saw a few in the banquet hall before we left. Are there even 24 of us? Are there even 24 victors alive to fill the spots?"
He questioned as he raised his shot glass. "TO OUR IMMINENT DEATHS!"
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Mar 25, 2020 19:40:41 GMT -6
Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 25, 2020 19:40:41 GMT -6
"TO OUR IMMINENT DEATHS!" she parroted before downing her drink.
Nilla let out a guttural sigh as the liquor burned the back of her throat, "Does it even matter? Whether its five or ten or twenty-four its not like it improves our odds of not ending up a macabre fashion accessory."
Attempting her best pout she continued, "But lets keep drinking, and being bitchy, and trying to decide if moms and amputees do it for us ok?"
Signaling for one more round of fog producing glowing shots she quickly added, "its better than the alternative. If it makes you feel better we can mope about our shortened lifespan tomorrow when we're hungover."
She flashed a smile at her floating camera before turning back to Qadyn, "Tonight lets just take advantage of what little celebrity we have between us in every way possible."
"Kay betch?" she added in her best Qadyn impression.
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Mar 26, 2020 2:57:33 GMT -6
Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 2:57:33 GMT -6
Qadyn gracefully snagged his new drink from the bartender coming around and smiled to himself. Gawd. She still gets hungover? That's presh.
After some spilled tea -but no spilled drinks- Qadyn motioned to the door and then helped a tipsy Nilla back to the tribute feast. "Shall we?"
He decided to walk around, taking note of everyone's personal style. You can tell a lot about a person by throw style.
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Mar 26, 2020 10:50:23 GMT -6
Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 10:50:23 GMT -6
She nodded in agreement and got up to follow Qadyn, "I wouldn't want want the reporters back at the party to start speculating. Last time I got sick at a photoshoot several ReadIt boards were convinced I was pregnant for months..."
Nilla noticed Qadyn's eyes scan the room as he made his way through the crowd. "As much as I may be enjoying this I can't let me guard down..." she thought to herself. "There's clearly a strategic mind behind that pink suit and clever tongue..."
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