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WHO| EVERYONE
WHAT| Effie is throwing a small scale party for just the tributes.
WHERE| The District 12 suite.
WHEN| Christmas
WARNINGS/NOTES| Secret Santa's are under the cut. Feel free to tag in whether you signed up for secret santa or not.

Effie had tried very hard to make this a party that was actually made for the tributes, not made to show them off.

She had tried very, very hard.

The food was what she had been able to investigate as “home” cooking for those she could track down, an odd arrangement of food that sometimes got close to the tributes home food, and sometimes was a terrible disaster. Blood pudding, for example, was a dish best avoided. But then it usually was.

The best hits reel had been her idea. It took a tense conversation with Haymitch and about 45 minutes to convince her that now, that wasn’t really what any Tribute wanted to see when they were trying to relax.

After that the party was much nicer, mellow music, holiday cheer and, for a holiday party, fairly low key. Lorne had karoke going in one room, while another had a large glittering Christmas tree and mellow music playing, with the District 12 windows wide open to show the snow covered city underneath.

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Death, screaming bloody murder while getting killed, dying several dozen times. The arenas weren't the deaths he was talking about.

Lindsey smiled openly when they shook hands, his previous career as a lawyer doing well to project that air of reliability even when dressed as... unique as Capitol fashion.

"I don't know, Blaine, I was thinking of just watching a bit more. It looks like there's lots of people lined up for a turn anyway... Maybe later in the night." He grinned again. "I'll sound better when everyone's had a few drinks in them."

Blaine wasn't aware. He assumed when everybody mentioned death they meant here and now. Or, even then, but Capitol then.

"The Capitol seems to love its karaoke," he replied, knowing most of the karaoke was tributes. But, there were still plenty of Capitol citizens. "Maybe later," he repeated. "Well, I'll be there. I always support a singer." He smiled. "And I don't really drink. I'm, what would you call it - a lightweight."

The party wasn't exactly a private affair, but he had a feeling it was as low key as it'll get in this world. If there was a place to sing at Lorne's karaoke and look normal, this place was probably it.

"All the better for me. Lightweights appreciate my singing the most," Lindsey said with a generous smile. "I'll consider it."

Was this guy flirting with him? He tried not to pause too long in the conversation, his smile not wavering.

"If you sing, I'll have a drink." What could he say? He wanted to hear the guy. "I'll even cheers." Not that he wouldn't have. Not really.

Lindsey was definitely not trying to flirt with him, but merely going for friendly, disarming conversation. "What's the point of drinking after listening to me sing? It wouldn't give be bonus points at all."

He laughed slightly. "Alright, I'll put my name on queue, and people'll probably be drunk by the time I get on."