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WHO| Everyone in the Capitol
WHAT| A must attend events, as the game start to come to their peak.
WHEN| Mid-way through week four
WHERE| A warehouse on the edge of town.
WARNING/NOTES| Alcohol, drugs, possible more. Crazy partying. If your tribute is dead this week, it is up to your discretion whether they are there or not (don't worry if you have not in game killed them, we can turn a blind idea to wiggly time lines by a day or two if you wanna jump in)

As usual, the Capitol was tactful and discreet in their party themes.

Nah.

An old warehouse had been converted for this shindig, and filled with bright violet lights that made anything pale glow vividly. Attire among the guest had taken advantage of this; pale, neon colored clothes, many made with transparent layers, and dripping with neon paint. When there were clothes at all. More than a few people had opted to just decorate themselves with paint, glowing vividly under the black lights.

The music was loud, often interwoven with air raid sirens, the place well stocked with florid cocktails treats that seemed to smolder, carried around by avoxes in gas masks. And with the right words, it was more than easy to find anything else you might like.

The couple throwing this party were known for walking just on the edge of acceptable, their parties always pushing taboos. Which made them that much more gossiped about. Still, the faces seen weren't those usually seen rubbing elbows at these things: a younger, wilder crowd.

But the hosts had made sure to drop enough cash in the right hands to be sure, whether it was their scene or not, all their favorite tributes were there.

Large screens showed the games, though often altered in strange, bright glowing colors. In the center was a large sculpture, filled through with it own bright green iridescent fluid, rolling around in a hypnotic, phosphorescent patterns, turning all those near is a vivid, toxic green.

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Knowing it was his friend, and one of his favourite characters from when he was a kid watching cartoons, that made the kill sting a little bit more than it already had. Sure, getting decapitated by some turtle-monster was bad, but it being someone you thought was your friend? That made is so much worse. He had to forget about it, he wasn't permanently dead, though, he never was, and he was here with Ariadne, so that made it better.

Feeling soft, female lips against his, finally being able to kiss someone, it was.. relieving. The last time he'd kissed someone was just after he'd gotten out of hell, and he felt like a virgin again. Ari's lips were even softer than he'd expected, especially being in a place like that. His arm wrapped a bit tighter around her as she moved closer, pulling her closer to him.

From there on out, everything about the kiss was decidedly different. She was perhaps a bit of a terrible person, focusing on the minute details of how it physically felt, rather than the more obvious emotional feelings, but that was just how she was. Even as the music seemed to fade out slightly - a psychosomatic inclination she was grateful for, considering the horrendous noise they were calling music (and she actually liked some house music) - and she was rendered unable to actually state that she disliked it with any kind of certainty, Ariadne remained at least somewhat detached. That wasn't to say that she wasn't getting into it, because she most definitely was, her hand climbing Dean's chest, slipping around broad shoulders to keep from getting between them when her body decided it would much rather remain pressed fully to him.

Though he wasn't sure what his head, heart, and stomach were up to in regards to the kiss, he was enjoying it none the less. Her small frame against his made him smile against her lips. It was nice to just.. be close to someone, after what the arena was like and being pulled from home. The music had become something in the distance, something that felt completely unimportant, just like the dance floor and the other people in the room, because in that moment, Dean felt it was just him and Ariadne, and no one else mattered. Sure, that was probably a bad feeling to have, since he had no idea what the kiss meant, but either way, he was going to enjoy it until it had to be finished.

After a few moments, he gently pulled away from the kiss, only due to the human need for air. The green-eyed hunter was panting slightly, and just smiled down at her, "you're one hell of a kisser, Ari."

It was rare for her to get any sort of nickname from anyone - anyone who knew her well enough to give her one had usually just stuck with 'Ariadne' - and so Dean's short-form of that brought mild amusement to her expression. At the very least, it was better than any kind of negative reaction.

She remained close to him, hand on his chest as she looked back up at him, hesitating to catch her breath a little. "You're not too bad yourself."

Curiosity and recklessness drove her next comment, a teasing remark that could almost be heard as flirting: "So did it live up to your imagination?"

Flashing his typical smug smirk, always proud to please a woman, even if it's just through kissing, his arms still around the much smaller of the two.

"Oh yeah. Definitely. Kissing like that would have made the arena so much more tolerable. Possibly even enjoyable." Offering a wink, still looking at her, but not sure what else to say.

At times, she felt almost as though he was overly confident; then again, it was rather endearing, so she wasn't about to say anything. Just let him keep her there, making up for the fact that she wasn't wearing that much clothing with his body heat.

"Somehow, I get the feeling you wouldn't have been able to get the chance in the Arena. Possibly for the best. You might have died sooner," she pointed out. "Did you want to get out of here? I think we've put in our respective appearances."

Not knowing for sure if she was cold or not, though remembering his Halloween costume, and the lack of clothing, he was sure she must have been, so his arms remained around her, if only to make sure she stayed warm.

"At this point, dying is second nature to me. Though head being bitten off by a monster, that was a new one. But I've died almost every other way you can imagine." Shrugging, then breaking out into a smile, "I would love to get out of here."

Even if she weren't at least somewhat cold - the room was warm enough, but it was the point of the thing - she probably still would have stayed close. She had no complaints on the matter, after all.

She drew away a little bit then, nodding off in the direction of the door, one hand brushing against his forearm in an invitation, "You've got me curious now. I still can't figure out how someone could die like that, over and over; you're going to have to explain it to me."

Following her gaze, then offering a half-smile half-smirk, "Find us somewhere private and I can tell you all about my epic adventures from back home."

"I know just the place," she told him, giving him another lingering flicker of a smile before turning away, starting to slip through the crowd towards the exit; there were more than enough quiet places in the Capitol, especially when there was a party like this going on.

He smiled back at her, looking around the room one more time before following her out.