Tres has been a little reclusive for the past few months. He slams out dresses and suits for his tributes like nobody's business, but he's been faltering on the social side for some time. The mini arena had been an unpleasant call back to the old way of doing things and the family event was faaaar too touchy feely for him to get involved in. What better way than a viewing party to get back into the spirit of watching his tributes fall over themselves until they die and come back to pester him? They're like obnoxious ghosts, which fits perfectly in the theme of the night. Tres is head to toe in leopard print and loving it. He has totally not been looking for an opportunity to wear this dress since he made it, he's totally not giddy about wearing it. To make it a little "spookier", it's coupled with a giant, shaggy mane of hair, cat eye lenses and some fangs and claws for good measure.

The after buzz of way too many cocktails is hitting him in the best way right now, pretty much everything is hilarious in one way or another. And if it's not? He'll make it funny for himself! This is totally not avoidance because he's a little attached to his tributes, this is all genuine party buzz. Totally. Whatever. He's happily weaving between joking around with old friends and laughing at strangers, teetering a little in heels as he makes his way toward another drink.