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[retrieverchef]

Who: Eliot Spencer and OPEN
When: the day after Enjolras' crowning
Where: Tribute Tower
What: Eliot just isn't in the best mood today
Warnings: language, possible references to prostitution, Eliot's life in the Capitol

Eliot was all smiles as he bid the woman goodbye at the front doors of the Tribute Tower. He managed to keep smiling as he walked inside although anyone who knew him might be able to tell it was forced. He promptly walked over to the bar and ordered a drinking. Anyone close enough to him might manage to overhear him muttering something about her being a “fucking cunt.”

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[casaerotica13]

"Didn't put out, huh?"

Gabriel was sitting right next to Eliot at the bar. Drinking was a very strange thing now that he's been stripped of most of his abilities. His Grace was still there, but it didn't do shit to intoxication.

Thankfully, he was just getting on a roll, so he was one of those happy drunks who talked too much. The usual, really.

"Don't they all?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot raised his eyebrows at the other man. He hadn't intended to be overheard. If this one had overheard him, who knew who else had. "Don't they all what?" he asked, pretending not to know what the other tribute was talking about.

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel just laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Exactly!" He sighed, "Ah, mortal women. They're such a strange breed. Always have been.

"Don't worry, buddy. There's plenty of fish in the sea so long as your into that kind of thing." He's going to ahead and sip at his glass now. Alcohol was never quite this good when he was at full strength.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot couldn't resist a smirk at that opening. "Only fish I wanna see are the ones on my plate." Or the ones that would end up in his oven. He definitely knew exactly what Gabriel meant and deliberately turned into something completely different.

[casaerotica13]

He actually barked a few laughs at that one. Yeah, he was getting pretty plastered... He didn't really care, of course.

"Like I said," he chuckled, "not everyone's into that kinda thing. Tasty, though."

[retrieverchef]

"Quite." He laughed, starting to relax as much as he ever did in this place. "Especially ya just caught 'em."

[casaerotica13]

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "I tried that before, you know. That fishing thing people claim is so relaxing. Why better if you have a crate or two of dynamite, just sayin'."

[retrieverchef]

"Ya took dynamite fishin'?" Eliot gave him a look, trying to decide if the other man was having him on.

[casaerotica13]

"Explosions, man," he grinned. "Blow up the fish. Scoop them up and they're already charbroiled. Gotta have an open mind like all these other walking meat sacks around here."

[retrieverchef]

"Man, I shoulda tried that when I was in the army." Special Ops would have been too dangerous to try a stunt like that but in the regular army, it would've been killing two birds with one stone some days.

[casaerotica13]

"How can you be in a militant unit and not solve every problem with explosions?"

It was a legit question.

[retrieverchef]

"By carryin' food with ya. An' some units are more specialized."

[casaerotica13]

Oh. "Yeah, I guess that makes some sense." Boring sense, but yeah. Gonna just sip at his drink, mhm.