Lessons, Capitol Style

[itsananimalthing]

WHO| Riddick and OPEN
WHAT| Riddick is "learning".
WHERE| Tessurae (the "Hunger Games" style restaurant!)
WHEN| Three days after the arena is out
WARNINGS| Riddick's mouth and bad attitude


Having one of the Tributes themselves visiting had originally been exciting at Tessurae, but when he proved to be the opposite of friendly, the charm quickly wore off. It'd been three nights now, and Riddick kept coming back, ordering the least sugar- and sauce-intensive meal on the menu and a stiff drink, and then promptly shunning anyone who tried to approach him for an autograph or a question or a breathless compliment.

For anyone who happened to really pay attention, it seemed like he was watching Hunger Games reruns and pulling up statistics in the bar's records. There were only so many places to learn about this stuff, after all, and he'd already exhausted what he could find in the library since his return to life. Now it was time to find some raw data and learn what he could about the mania surrounding the things first-hand, in the most Games-themed place he could find.

Of course, the whole place made him sick, but he could deal with it.

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[itsananimalthing]

The unamused look the customer had gotten turned into a vaguely amused one at Draco. "That a fact." It sounded a lot more like a statement than a question.

This one didn't, though: "That supposed to be a compliment or an insult?"

[mudbloodhater]

He knew better than to address statements when they were put in such finalising tones, and he was figuring out very quickly not to knock the fact that Riddick hadn't killed him the first time and almost seemed to be an ally. Of sorts.

"A little of both. Leaning towards the former." And he wasn't even lying through his teeth. In a way, Draco admired it. As long as he was on this side of it.

[itsananimalthing]

"Well, then, thanks." Riddick picked up his beer again to mock-toast Draco. "Nice to know somebody appreciates me who ain't a merc or a Hunger Games fan." Of course, it did somehow manage to be a teeenage kid. Ah, well. He could deal with teenage kids, for the most part.

[mudbloodhater]

Unsure of if he was being mocked or not, but fairly certain he was, Draco hesitated, pursing his mouth before briefly lifting his drink in response. "A merc?" He questioned, slowly lowering the glass back to the bar.

[itsananimalthing]

Of course he was, mocking was how Riddick interacted with the world in general. It was just an amiable mockery, in this case. "Merc. Short for mercenary. Hired gun, usually lacking in morals, often set up in bounty hunting or protecting somebody important."

[mudbloodhater]

"We don't have those where I come from." Draco gave a little sniff, his delicate sensibilities a bit offended at the idea of someone being paid for that sort of thing. He'd never do it, that much was certain.

[itsananimalthing]

"Lucky you." It certainly seemed like an interesting set-up. Probably wouldn't work, not having them, in space-- but Draco probably wasn't from somewhere that had to deal with multiple planets. So far, nobody he'd met had been. "So who looks out for the rich folks? They just look after themselves?"

[mudbloodhater]

"Yes, we do tend to just watch out for ourselves," he replied, putting as subtle an emphasis on 'we' as he could; it came out rather well, if he did say so himself. "There aren't that many threats against us, of course. There's a reason we've remained rich."