thecapitol | Out tonight

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Out tonight

Who| Ian and open
What| Partying. And by partying we mean coming down off his two week binge of trying to forget the arena
Where| Bars, clubs, the streets of Panem
When| Current, at night/early morning
Warnings/Notes| Underage? drinking (not sure on the drinking age of Panem), drugs, breakdowns

He had told himself he was fine. He had died, woke up, got a shower and went out. Breezy pausing only to check the death toll. Blaine and Kurt had survived, they must have escaped. Well at least his dead hadn't been completely in vain. His escort had even congratulated him for fighting back, like they had expected him to just lie down and die. He had smiled and headed to a bar. He had just died, he figured he deserved a drink.

One drink had led to another, and one club had led to another, he had veered off from the main clubs by the tribute tower and had found a few ones that played decent music. Nothing he knew of course, but heavy and angry, matching his mood.

That had been two weeks ago, he had slept at times. Either back in the tower or wherever he found himself. Not always alone. Being alone was painful, as was being sober or not being high. He had all the money he wanted and so he spent it on forgetting.

Somewhere deep down he knew he was acting like Frank and it sickened him, a burning hatred that reared up whenever he was sober enough to think. Though he had always drank, and smoked shit it was never serious, just mucking about with Mandy or Lip. He had wanted to be an Officer, or if he couldn't be, his GPA was not the best, join the army and work his way up. It had kept him focused, kept him training, kept him out of the worst of trouble.

He didn't have that anymore, or more he had it in a twisted nightmare form. An eternal soldier, unable to die, not fighting for any cause just for entertainment. Killed and revived on the sick whims of a crazy futuristic society. It wasn't going to change, and they weren't going to escape, shit like that didn't happen. The Capitol had no reason to change, this worked for them. So what was the fucking point of trying anymore? So he had stopped trying, stopped thinking and everything had become so much easier.

Tonight was a night like the nights before, he moved from club to club, going with the crowds. Not knowing where he was, not caring. Escaping from his own head, because everything was shit and finding a way to make it not shit would involve far too much thinking.

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"Keeping out of trouble means you let it happen to somebody else," she said, "so nah, not my thing. Dad was a cop, and he was n jail because of crooked cops, so I mean, you think that would fly? We're more the Charles Bronson types like that. Now here, well, ting s are a little different."

He nodded at that, crooked cops were crooked cops but he could pretty much imagine what her dad was like, from what she had told him already. "Yeah, things are a little different." He leaned in to lower his voice, "Pretty sure the cops are still crooked though."

"I bet. If you can take a bribe, I guess you will, you know? People are lazy and they look out for themselves. So they'll take whatever they can get."

She looked over at the thundering nightclub. "Oh wait, am I keeping you?"

"Yeah." He shrugged and then looked over at the nightclub and shook his head, "Naw, I won't be missed," And even he needed a breather every now and again.

"Just as well, it looks pretty crowded now," Mindy observed. "I could think of other things to do right now anyway."

"Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"We COULD go watch a movie back at my place. Can't promise alcohol, but at least it'll be quieter. Your pick."

"You want me to go watch a movie with you?" Look of utter confusion from Ian here.

"Yeah, why the hell not? It's not like I'm gonna be able to go back to sleep, and you can be loud as you want, but only if we're riffing it, ok?"

"Because you don't know me." Sorry Mindy he's in big brother mode now. "You can't just invite random strangers home with you."

"Well...you're not a lizard, if you were a pedophile you would have been the one to suggest it and I doubt a psycho killer would be getting drunk and dancing around. Besides, if you were gonna try doing something to me, you shouldn't think I won't knife you quick."

"You're right I'm not. But you don't know that." Seriously kid. He makes a note to keep an eye on her, make sure she isn't doing anything stupid.

"Point is you've got to be careful."

"Way I figure it, you, like me, are in the same mess. Both tributes, both here without consent. It's not likely you'd be looking to kill someone. Even if you did want to, you're assuming I don't have a weapon hidden on me for that very reason. I'm a New Yorker: we don't let our guard down."

As it was, yes, she DID have a weapon on her for this reason in general.

"Did you want to or not?"

"You're escort know about that weapon?" He smirked at her and shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't tell." If they hadn't clocked on they were even more stupid than they looked.

"Go on then." Might as well, it was getting cold standing out here.

"What they don't know won't hurt them," Mindy said, winking. She could be as inquisitive as she wanted, but not having a simple basic weapon to defend yourself, especially if you were a Tribute, was just stupid.

"Cool. What are you in the mood for?"

He grinned back. "Anything light, not up to much thinking at the moment." He shrugged.

"So New York, huh? I'm from Chicago." Might not even be the same world, but it had the same place names and that was enough.

"Sounds like something stupid and explosive then," Mindy agreed. "Maybe they have Fast and the Furious, or even better, Die Hard!"

She was a bit of a Bruce Willis fan since that movie. "Windy City? No kidding! What year?"

"Yeah? Know where to get them?" He hoped she had a plan for this film watching.

"Two thousand and twelve."

"I-" She closed her mouth. Shit. The only flaw in her precious plan.

"Well, there's gotta be SOMETHING to watch. Twenty twelve. That's a few years ahead of me. Any supernatural stuff happen where you're from?"

He smirked, "We'll find something." He frowned and shook his head, "Not in real life, unless your some mumbo jumbo soothsayer who charges a fortune to tell people their lives will be lollipops and rainbows."

They'd better. Mindy felt far too wound up to just go to sleep or something. She needed some noise.

"Just one? There were a ton of them back home, though I don't think any are really that famous."

"No, plenty I'm sure." He shrugged, "Never knew any myself though."

"You don't strike me as the type to buy into all that. Neither am I though. Life is as bizarre as is without having to involve the occult."

"Yeah." He shrugged, "Good way of scamming people out of a few hundred if you can pull it off, but yeah never really looked into it."

Mindy shrugged, then made a face as there was another roar from a nearby party, apparently enjoying whatever grand spectacle before them.

"I'm all for making scarce if you are."

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