There was something to be said for the Capitol's ability to keep people drunk. It was a skill, really. Draco idly watched Tony from the corner of his eye, polishing off the remnants of his drink before catching a waitress for another one, trading the glasses out.

"I imagine we probably do. Haven't you heard how the stylists have been talking? I'm fairly certain they want to start in on the minor changes first and ease us into them. I wouldn't get too drunk around them, actually," he mused, taking another long sip. "Maybe they've put something in the water supply."