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[mudbloodhater]

WHO| Draco Malfoy, Tony Stark, Haymitch Abernathy, and Effie Trinket.
WHAT| District 12 needs to hang out. In all of their horribly mismatched glory.
WHEN| Mid-Arena 03, evening
WHERE| their common room
WARNINGS/NOTES| copious quantities of tipsiness and ridiculous shenanigans? Look at who's involved here.

Draco was slowly adapting to life in the Capitol. And it was much better than life in the Arena. He was pointedly ignoring the fact that he had legitimately died, and now was apparently back and in high demand to attend parties - ignoring, of course, so that he could just attend said parties - and living the high life like he ought to.

It was the evening after one of those parties, and the lot of them had finally been dragged back by Effie to the common room. And yet, even with all the drinking that had gone on, they all seemed more than awake enough to not want to pass out just yet.

District bonding, anyone?

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[nightlightheart]

"Well, that was was fun," Tony makes no attempt at disguising his sarcasm as he unceremoniously flops onto one of the sofas.

He never thought he would see the day where he got sick and tired of attending parties where the alcohol flowed freely and people fawned over him at ever turn, but here it is. Briefly, Tony wonders if maybe this is just him getting old. Or maybe he's finally growing up. But... strangely doesn't believe it's really either of those things.

No.

This is just all leaving a bad taste in his mouth and he is tired and exhausted and frustrated and gets the sense that he is far from the only one.

[mannersmatter]

"Cecanlia always puts on a good party." Effie said as she made her way to her own perch on one of the chairs.

There was a vague smile on her face-one of the things Cecanlia's parties were known for was the high end alcohol that flowed freely, and Effie had let herself enjoy it tonight.

So Tony's sarcasm? Went right over her head this time.

.../quietly tags this?

[mudbloodhater]

On the opposite side of things from Tony, Draco was more than pleased to attend the parties. He loved the attention, loved the fact that he always had a full glass in his hand, and loved the fact that that was the only real time he could ignore the fact that he was just going to get pitched back into the Arena to get killed yet again.

"Was that her name?" He asked, accent made all the thicker for the slur in his voice, "I hadn't the slightest. Was she the one with the-" He paused, fluttering one hand at his head, "-Hair?"

At least he wasn't pissed off any more. It made him considerably more tolerable.