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!))

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[wiredup]

[Eddie had gotten away from his date for the night, and was looking forward to not having to be with them. Luckily he had liquored them up enough that, by this point, they wouldn't even realize he was gone.

He socializes as he moves through the crowd, name dropping as he goes, keeping conversation light but friendly. Still, he wants to get away from people, and find himself in the same corner.]

Hey man. What's up?

[wronglychosen]

[ Well, if he knew anything, it was how to attend a party. Fashionably late, naturally.

Zelos drops in (or up, rather) once the beat's going, and people are starting to mingle around. He's still a little off-kilter from dying, but keeping up appearances was and ever will be important. As he walks in, he takes a moment to look over the guests before his gaze falls on a certain someone sitting by himself.

He grabs a drink from the bar before heading over to sit at Alastair's table. ]

If it isn't Alastair! Enjoying the party? [ His voice is raised, though luckily the music isn't too loud courtesy of the open area. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[At some point Alastair notices Eddie moving through the crowd, so when he ends up near Alastair, Alastair isn't surprised. He raises his eyebrows and smiles and lifts his drink in greeting.]

Hi there. Not much.

[He nods toward the unclaimed part of the couch he's sitting on.]

Have a seat.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair smiles.]

I am, Zelos, thank you. It's good to see you in one piece again. Would you like to sit down?

[wronglychosen]

Don't mind if I do.

[ He doesn't even take any courtesies with that, lounging in his seat as soon as he does. ] You've been watching the Arena then?

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley was dressed to kill tonight in a shiny black rubber skirt, knee high buckled boots, a corset and her lab coat. Hair in a tight bun she was looking sharp as a needle.

Cutting through the crowd she was all smiles and coy conversation, flirting her way through the party.

"Snatching a glass of something fizzy and blue off a trey she sipped it and savored the stinging on her tongue.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He shrugs and glances over at the screen, but only for a moment before he looks back to Zelos, still smiling.]

Of course I have. Everyone is.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[When Alastair spots her, he watches her for a moment before putting on a big smile and calling out.]

Harley! Glad you could make it!

[wronglychosen]

I don't think I can ever go to a museum the same way again.

[ He supposed he could only count himself lucky that it wasn't a snowy arena... then again, it could still happen. ]

[wantwhatiwant]

[Ian on the other hand had had many drinks. He could deal with partying and he didn't really mind all that much the screens.

He didn't really know anyone left in there. Except the two who had killed him. And he didn't really care about them. He couldn't even properly hate them because they had as much choice about the whole thing as he did. That was to say none.

He went to the bar, ordering another drink, glancing at the guy. A mentor Ian thought, or something. Not a tribute anyways.] Want one?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

I can't say I'm surprised about that.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair smiles and lifts his drink, still half-full.]

Thanks, I'm still working on this one. Ian, right?

[revvinguptheharley]

She twisted to find the owner of his voice before grinning and sauntering over "Al! There's my favorite male mentor!" She attempted to go in for a hug in her usual blatant disregard for personal space.

"I've been hitting up alot of viewing parties since ya know...not in this arena. But yours is by far the most comfortable.

[wantwhatiwant]

[He nodded and took his own with a smile at the bartender.] Yeah Ian. I'm afraid I never caught your name.

[It's took a bit of getting used to, this being known by sight. He's still not sure he likes it. It's strange and throws him off still.]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

Alastair.

[He is entirely too familiar with how Ian feels, and his smile is sympathetic.]

I won't be offended if you forget.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair laughs and hugs her in return.]

It's not really my party, but thank you anyway! Are you enjoying yourself?

[confidentially]

[If there's excessive partying happening, then it's safe to assume Jessica has been invited. She's already a little tipsy, dancing the night away and pretending (or hoping) that she'll pass out and wake up someplace that isn't the Capitol. It's never worked before, but she's not one to give up the good fight.

And while she isn't completely intoxicated, she has had more than one drink or two, and some overeager partygoers get too close to her on the dance floor. She tries to wriggle out of the way of them, yelping indignantly as they paw at her and try to enter her personal space.

She's about five seconds away from causing a scene and going into panicked attack mode when she catches a familiar face off to the side of the dance floor. Thinking quickly, she calls out (obviously looking flustered:)]

Alastair! Hey! Hey you!

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He looks around when he hears her voice, and when he spots her, he quickly realizes what kind of situation she's in and strides forward. He smiles winningly at the people around her.]

Excuse me.

[He holds out his hand to her, intending to gently extract her from the drunken crowd.]

[revvinguptheharley]

Isn't it? I was misinformed. Oh well it's your party because I came to see you!

[A wink]

OK not really. But you're here! And I'm here! And I'm having fun so that's all that matters.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He grins and laughs again.]

Well I'm honored, and I'm glad you're having fun. What else have you been doing with yourself aside from parties?

[wronglychosen]

[ That's met by a light scoff. Understatement of the century.

Zelos toys with his glass slightly before saying: ] I met one of your tributes in the Arena.

[ Because of course he had searched up anyone he met in the Arena once he woke up back in the Capitol. ] Think they have a chance?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair raises his eyebrows at the question.]

I don't make bets. Everyone has a chance, as long as they know how to play the game.

[wronglychosen]

Oh, come on, you know some have a better chance than others!

[ He says it with a laugh, but it's no joke how accurate it can be. Mindy, though, despite how young she was, seemed like she could take care of herself pretty damn well. She'd even gotten the better of him, after all. ]

There's no harm in a little speculation!

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He shrugs and spreads his hands.]

The best fighters can be taken down by chance. I do my best to make sure our Tributes have the best chance we can give them, but the rest is up to them and the odds. There's no harm in speculation, but it just doesn't interest me, not when the smallest thing can tip the odds.

[revvinguptheharley]

Oh you know, this and that. I train every day, I cheer on our kids in the arena. I had some deep soul searching and emotional baggage bursting open which I'm sure is all over the gossip shows by now...oh and I emotionally scarred one of the other tributes while seeking justice for a stolen kitty cat.

[All said with the brightest of grins]

What do you do with your day to day?