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Post by Farathil Liadon on Mar 26, 2020 13:35:46 GMT -6
"...and then when she quit, they promoted me to Head Game Maker, just like that! In the middle of the Hunger Games, no less. Can you imagine that?" Farathil finished telling his story to the barkeep.
An important looking executive approached Farathil and whispered something in his ear.
Farathil looked concerned, but thought better of it. "Bah, we'll worry about it later! We've still got the rest of the Training Days to figure it out. Tonight is a celebration. Barkeep, a round of shots please! Who wants one?"
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Post by Nikolaii Petrov on Mar 26, 2020 14:16:31 GMT -6
"WODKA! AND MAKE IT A TRIPLE FOR THE PRETTY HAIR MAN HERE"
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 14:16:52 GMT -6
Qadyn heard "shots" and was at Farathil's side within moments. "Oh girl, you know I'm game."
He eyed the bartender whom he'd snapped at earlier in the evening and whispered behind his hand, "so sorry about before, dollface. Do forgive me. An idol had walked in and well... Oh just make mine seltzer please, can't afford to get too loose and let my guard down." He winked and held his "shot" up to Farathil and the muscular man.
"We haven't met, my apologies. Qadyn Von Ho. And you are?"
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Post by Carac Ashdown on Mar 26, 2020 14:20:40 GMT -6
As Carac approached the bar he noticed a rather imposing man who he had only seen briefly at the buffet earlier. He grabbed a shot as well and raised it.
"To this un-holy mess we're in!"
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 14:22:48 GMT -6
For as social as she was on the internet Nilla still always harbored a touch of that awkward bullied high school girl deep inside. In a room full of strangers Qadyn was a known entity and at least in part someone who understood the pressures of trying to make something of yourself outside your role in a bloodbath. So when he headed over to the bar she was not far behind.
"He's probably sick of you following him around like a lost dog aleady..." her inner monologue lamented.
But liquor would quiet those thoughts and liquor was what the long haired man promised so...win/win.
She grabbed a shot off the bar not being as clever as Qadyn it was filled with something blue that most definitely was liquor.
"To the mess!" she echoed.
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Post by Mox Velez on Mar 26, 2020 15:15:04 GMT -6
"A shot sounds lovely," chimed Mox. Fixing a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. "I'm about done with all this pomp and circumstance." She eyed Nikolaii, "If i didn't know any better, I would have guessed the Capitol started growing Tributes."
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 15:34:42 GMT -6
Qadyn responded, "unholier than thou!" and threw back his seltzer.
He was glad to have Mox back in his company. "If that's true, these games could have more twists than a barrel of pretzels, girl." He shifted his weight on his barstool. If it weren't for the rather pleasant company, he might have even begun to feel nervous. He laid a head on Mox's shoulder, as he would to his mother. "Ugh what to make of this ill-fated mess? I'd much rather be on vacation. Tell me loves, what types of terrain are you all hoping for this time around?"
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Post by Olivier L'angel on Mar 26, 2020 16:16:03 GMT -6
Olly arrived at the bar, gathering all his strentgh to put up a fabulous facade of charming, happy and at ease with the situation as he answered the man in pink "Darlin´anything that isn´t desert, dry heat is terrible for my hair... not to mind my pale complexion, no one looks good while red as a lobster, hopefully the sponsors will send me some sunscreen at least" he said with a grin, as he waved to the bartender for one of those exotic shots he saw the others holding. Bottoms up bitches he said throwing his hair back and downing the shot with a smirk.
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Post by Huck Matteos on Mar 26, 2020 16:18:26 GMT -6
"To the Mess!" Huck yelled, joining the group. He felt awkward realizing he'd just toasted empty-handed, and waved the bartender over.
"I'll have a Panem's dozen, please." The bartender kept himself from grimacing, instead forcing a smile.
"With absolute pleasure, sir. Good luck in the Games."
'I've never heard such a kind and polite bit of sarcasm hoping for my death.' Thought Huck, turning back to the conversation.
Qadyn's question was exactly what Huck had been wondering on the ride into the Capitol.
"Used to be the Arena was setup mostly outdoors, so you could expect some kind of normalcy in there, at least from the weather. Since then they keep adding more and more, who knows what to expect? I'm up for anything but water, swimming is not my favorite; even without all the extra traps and mutts."
Huck turned back to the bartender, who was carefully layering the 13 drinks in a tall glass, each a color representing one of the twelve districts' exports in order. The top layer was reserved for a sparkling white marshmallow liqueur in honor of the Capitol.
"Miss Velez, I once dated a woman who was overjoyed to have simply been in the same room as one of your dresses; and I can see the appeal. Tell me, where do you draw inspiration from?"
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 16:21:31 GMT -6
She planted her elbow on the bar and wedged her hand beneath her chin. "My year was the one with the glaciers and the water gradually getting warmer everyday...honestly as long as there's no snow I'll be happy."
She waved invitingly at the new face, "Welcome to our chipper discussion on the nature of our upcoming torture."
She turned back to Qadyn to finish her thought, "I was still shivering a year later..."
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 16:55:17 GMT -6
Qadyn grinned at Olivier. "Oh girl, tell me about it! You shoulda heard Nilla and I earlier- we said my mother's totally going to turn my remains into some luxurious leather piece. Girl's gotta watch her sun exposure."
He looked up the fabulous new tribute, whom he recalled seeing around the clubs in his blurred past. "Mmm bitch you are serving me some gold mine realness tonight!" He snapped his fingers.
Qadyn drew a deep breath. "Honestly I'm game for whatever as long as I die in some way that makes me look hawt." He considered for a moment, "hmm maybe not lava. That's too hawt." He threw his head back with laughter.
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 16:58:40 GMT -6
Nilla nodded, straw to a frozen tropical drink in her mouth, "I made him promise not to turn me into a lamp."
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Post by Carac Ashdown on Mar 26, 2020 17:47:30 GMT -6
"I don't know how wise it is to tell people my strategy, but I think everyone could assume that I feel most at home in the woods."
Starting to feel the effects of the liquor Carac turned his attention to Nilla, "Why would he turn you into a lamp? Is that fashionable or something? Do people actually do that?"
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Post by Huck Matteos on Mar 26, 2020 17:55:20 GMT -6
'Don't say it.' Thought Huck, wishing he had a drink to distract him. 'DON'T SAY IT!' He mentally screamed. "Well, she already seems pretty bright!"
'Dammit, Huck.'
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 18:19:37 GMT -6
The joke had been set up unknowingly but the punch line hit her like a sack of bricks mid-swig.
The result was a decidedly unattractive amount of liquor shooting from her nose while choking on laughter.
"I like you!" she got out at last, "Qadyn can we keep him?"
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Post by Carac Ashdown on Mar 26, 2020 18:28:20 GMT -6
Carac's laugh bellowed deep from within. It had been a long time since he had been tipsy let alone at a party, if you could call it that.
"I'm sorry, there's been so many things happening today. I didn't think you were serious, but sometimes in the Capitol, it's hard to tell where the line is....You're a quick one aren't you Huck?"
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 18:40:53 GMT -6
Qadyn scoffed at the pun. At least they're keeping it light-hearted, even if it's... low brow. He smiled.
"Keep him, like as a pet? I'm not usually one for taking responsibility for other beings... Although..."
He glanced at Carac. "My mother had designed just the right piece for a human pet. Full harness, spikes and studs of solid Sapphire... If only I could remember which of my closets it ended up in..." He smirked.
"Thank you all, for keeping me entertained tonight."
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 18:48:36 GMT -6
Was doing her best to sop up the stinging liquid under her nose but Qadyn's response wasn't helping to quell the laughter.
"Jesus, Qadyn!" she got out between the peaks of laughter, "Why don't you just give him a keycard to your room?"
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 19:00:27 GMT -6
Qadyn shrugged. "Room? Bitch didn't you know, I got a full suite? Didn't... Didn't everyone?"
He looked around confusedly. For the first time in a while, he had some perspective put upon his privilege. Shit girl. If only those citizen transfer papers moved more quickly. You could've been a real Capitol Queen. And now here we are. At least a dozen other male victors, and it had to be me.
He grabbed a nearly-empty bottle of something from the bar and finished the shimmering pink liquid. "So does everyone have their outfit picked out for the interviews? I'm simply DYING to see what Mox and Olivier have planned, for one."
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Post by Carac Ashdown on Mar 26, 2020 19:04:31 GMT -6
"Right, well I've never been much for rhinestones and....I'm going to get some air."
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Post by Qadyn Von Ho on Mar 26, 2020 19:10:44 GMT -6
Qadyn shot a look at Nilla, who over-interpreted his playful comment and drove Carac away. Shit now he thinks I'm into him. So not my type. I just felt... Bad? Empathetic? Impressed, for sure. He stood up.
"Yes I think I too shall get some air. It's getting a bit stuffy in here, with everyone eating and exhaling so often." Qadyn took a stroll around the perimeter of the hall, taking note of everyone's clothing and bits of conversations.
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Post by Farathil Liadon on Mar 26, 2020 19:11:38 GMT -6
"HEYY." Farathil said far too loudly as he slapped a hand on Qadyn's shoulder. "I made sure YOU <hiccup> got the good room. HAVE YOU GUYS TRIED THE BLUE STUFF?"
The executive returned. "Sir, this is a much bigger problem. It seems they um... got out."
"What do you mean... got out?" Farathil put his glass down on the bar with a loud clunk. The executive gave him a serious look. "Ugh... Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?"
Farathil stumbled out of the banquet hall
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Post by Nilla Nightsand on Mar 26, 2020 19:22:25 GMT -6
Nilla clocked the look Qadyn shot at her, opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that with the amount she had drank perhaps right now wasn't the best time to attempt that.
"Wellp. Burned a bridge there..." she moped internally and made no move to follow him as he made his exit.
"Fucking greaa..." she realized suddenly that she had said that out loud, shot a panicked look at her camera orb, and realized she had to attempt to salvage this, "...aaaat liquor here! Don't you think Huck?"
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Post by Mox Velez on Mar 26, 2020 19:38:59 GMT -6
Mox had been enjoying the conversation of the other tributes while stroking Qadyn's hair, but Farathil's demeanor and odd conversation made the hairs on her neck stand up. "DId any of yo just hear what Farathil was talking about?"
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Post by Huck Matteos on Mar 26, 2020 19:42:47 GMT -6
Huck found himself laughing harder at the situation; maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
He glanced back at the bartender applying the final layers of the Panem's dozen cocktail. A long spoon helped the bartender slowly ease District 3's layer of green apple brandy onto the drink, symbolizing the circuitry they provided. Next was District 2's metallic silver colored vodka, a testament to their military and construction. The bartender seemed stressed, probably by the growing line seeming to form around the bar.
"Heh, I've never had a head for fashion, myself. I'd been assuming they'd set us up with a stylist like the usual games."
Farathil's jarring entrance took Huck by surprise; and his dramatic exit left him wondering what he could have meant by 'They'. He almost didn't hear the bartender's somehow politely frustrated call that his drink was ready.
The tall, cocktail gleamed in the banquet hall's lights. Twelve colored liquors were layered perfectly, topped by a fragrant, white marshmallow liqueur representing the capitol.
"What an incredible cocktail! Leave the spoon, please." The bartender shrugged, carefully pushing the tall glass to Huck.
"It's got a lot of layers, sir." The bartender seemed to gloat. "I wonder how many of them you'll get through?"
"The hardest bite in a Panem's dozen is at the top," Replied Huck, drawing a worn electric lighter from his pocket. "that's why this is my favorite party trick."
With a flourish, Huck ignited the top of the cocktail, filling the room with the sweet smell of a toasted marshmallow. As the licking flames died down; the District 5 victor stared down the horrified bartender. He grasped the long-handled spoon, and slowly stirred the cocktail together.
The combination of liquors had turned a sparkly orangish-green, and Huck enjoyed a dramatically self-satisfied sip.
"Not so strong when it's burnt out."
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