a little party never killed nobody

[reapsthewhirlwind]

Who| Alastair Stara and Open (Come and make your own threads! Party around!)
What| Party time in the Captiol!
Where| The .infinity club
When| Late Week Six
Warnings/Notes| Excessive Partying. Well Alastair's not being excessive, but let's be real, this is the Capitol, somebody's being excessive.

[It's getting to that part of the Games where things are getting quite dramatic and heated, so the viewing parties, already popular, are starting to be packed. The popular choice is, of course, Tesserae, with its themes and games and large screens, but Alastair doesn't like it there, for various reasons, most of them rather obvious.

Instead, he's accepted an invitation to a party at .infinity, the night sky glittering with stars overhead as the guests dance and drink and talk and react appropriately to whatever's going on onscreen.

Alastair sits away from the dance floor, a partially consumed drink in his hand as he watches the screens over the bar with passing interest. As a Mentor for District 9, he's a popular guest, many people asking him questions about his opinion on this round and his favorites for winning.

Right now though, he has a moment to himself. It probably won't last long. It's getting later on in the night, and people are starting to overindulge. A lot.

Whereas Alastair's only had one and a half drinks. Tragedy.]

((OOC: If you think your character would feasibly have prior CR with Alastair, feel free to contact me and we can work something out!))

Comments

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair makes a face that says WELL... and then rolls his eyes and laughs.]

According to the Capitol's standards... no, not yet.

[wronglychosen]

Capitol standards, hah.

If you ask me, they could use some fashion advice around here. [ Starting with 'burn every wig you can find'. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He snorts and takes a drink.]

If you can get them to listen, let me know. I'd love to know how you manage it.

[wronglychosen]

Hey, being famous has some perks. Like starting trends.

[ He leans forward and gives Alastair a raised eyebrow. ] You could put that Victor status of yours to good use. You know, for the greater good.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair gives a small smile and shrugs lightly.]

I'll consider it.

[In all reality, he doesn't care enough. His current styles suit him, and he doesn't mind. He used to hate it. Now he just refuses to care.]

[wronglychosen]

I'm holding you to that.

[ Zelos holds his glass up as if to toast Alastair before downing the remains of it. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[If there was any kind of challenge in the way Zelos downs the rest of his drink, Alastair doesn't rise to it, merely copying the toast and taking one drink and watching Zelos finish his.]

Are you enjoying the Capitol?

[wronglychosen]

What's not to enjoy? Fantastic parties, beautiful ladies... [ He makes a gesture as if to say he could go on. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

Everything anyone could ever want.

[Alastair's agreement is said with a smile, though it's wry.]

[wronglychosen]

Maybe not everyone. It looks to me like there's an awful lot of people who hate it here. [ This accompanied by a shrug as if to express how little he understands it. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He shrugs casually, as if in agreement.]

To each his own.

[wronglychosen]

Although... I gotta wonder if we're really here for good.

[ And here is where he'll have to tread lightly with his words. ] I'd hate to leave my adoring fans back home in the dust.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He shrugs again.]

I have no idea.

[wronglychosen]

Not even a little? Surely Panem's number one victor gets an inside scoop! [ wheeeedling. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He spreads his hands.]

Not a clue, I'm afraid.