thecapitol | We're all gonna die party!

Who: Harley Quinn and YOU! She only invited the healthy but even sick kids can crash the party. Doctors too!
What: A rooftop party at Tribute Tower for anyone not sick and dying.
When: Week five of the arena
Where: The roof.

Harley had been relatively well behaved since the lockdown which was a surprise to herself as much as anyone. Sure she might have encouraged the hallucinations of some patients, and she may have sent get well soon cards to a few people who weren't actually sick to make them paranoid.

But all and all she had kept to herself and watched the arena with fascination.

Tonight however, with some assistance from the Tribute Tower kitchen and a team of Avox working as staff she had thrown a surprise party and was kidnapping anyone who didn't currently have a fever or a lab coat to come join her.

There were some dancing themed video games off to one side, a karaoke machine, food and music. All classics of any good capitol party. And who could ignore the giant projector screen that was displaying the arenas up to the minute footage?

Harley had even cobbled together some makeshift bubble machines using dish soap and personal fans, so the air was filled with brightly colored bubbles that bounced off peoples heads without popping. She cheerfully demonstrated that if you caught them in your mouth you could pop them with your teeth and they tasted like fruity candy juice.

As the crowd gathered on the roof Harley took the stage to inform everyone of the reason for tonights festivities. She needed no microphone to be heard.

"Hey all you miscreants, misfits, and misbegotten mongrels!" She greeted them before adding "And you too mentors." She snickered.

"So things are a little gloomy downstairs. Our fun loving tower has been turned from reality TV party house into a sick ward and it's making it a little hard for us to do what we do best." She explained.

"By which of course I mean waste time and pretend we're not all going to die again soon." she paused for laughs but continued on even if she got none.

"So lets live! Like there's no tomorrow! And if this sickness isn't stopped that could very well be a fact. Drink! Eat! Make some mistakes and sleep with someone you'll regret tomorrow! Why not Zoidberg?"

At the collective laughter or groans of disgust she sprang from the stage and the music started again.

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Was it a part of the fun? Sonja did not think it to be so funny, and once again her face showed it. Still, aside from being loud, the clown lady had done nothing to really set her off...yet. Though exactly what was that that she was drinking? Er, slurping? It appeared to be some form of chemical concoction of un fathomable origins.

Whatever it is, it is most certainly not Chimarian beer. Sonja just could not smell that level of alcohol within it.

She stared at the small,offered cup with suspicion. It couldn't hurt to try, she supposed. This, the red head made to...copy the blond. "...what is this?"

"Jello shots!" She explained happily. "One of the sweetest ways to deliver precious alcohol into your body so that you can enjoy those wonderful effects."

Taking another shot she promptly flipped it over and pounded it to the counter so the jello would pop out of the glass and they could watch it wiggle and jiggle.

"Plus it's just fun to watch." She added wide eyed.

"Is it?" She had no idea what was so enjoyable at watching it. Perhaps this woman was a bit touched in the head? And not in the crazy way either. Nor could she really say that she cared all that much if it was sweat or not. Alcohol was meant to burn when it down. That was what makes it alcohol in her brain. The horrid, bitter taste and the terrible burning sensation.

Sure some went down more smoothly than others. But they all seemed to share those characteristics nevertheless.

Now this stuff? This stuff Sonja was not certain if it was enjoyable. If anything she kind of thought that there was pretty much no alcohol towards it.

"Well sure, look at it jiggle! It's almost hypnotic!" Harley prodded the ball of goo making it tremble and ripple before grinning at the obviously unimpressed woman.

"I mean if you're looking for the hard stuff that can be arranged too, but I like to blend my poisons with sugar you know? Put some uppers in my downers. Some hyper activity into my depressants."

"...."

She has absolutely no clue what you were talking about there Harley. However she does understand the part about the hard stuff. "I believe I would like something far stronger than...this." Whatever this is.

Harley's manic grin turned into a knowing smirk.

"Well fine if that's how you want to play." With frightening agility for someone who had clearly been drinking she dove headlong behind the bar startling the bartender into scurrying away. When she popped up again she had a bottle of milky white liquid in hand.

"I dunno what this stuff is, but the last time I tried some it had so loopy the peacekeepers had to tase me three times to put me down." She sighed happily at the memory before pouring out two fingers worth into a glass and sliding it to the red haired warrior woman.

"Don't stand too close to an open flame with that stuff or you'll be spitting fire all night."

Her eyes studied the offered drink that the little ball of fire had procured for her. The fact that she didn't know what the stuff was, was quite worrying. And quite frankly, a bit scary. Though it was alcohol, and she needed something to quench her thirst. And so took it regardless.

Taking a moment or two to study one last time before finally downing it in one shot. Sighing and shivering as it burned down her throat. A rather pleasant sensation.

"It certainly tastes strong."

Harley beamed having finally managed to hit the mark with her offerings. "Give it a minute to kick in and we'll see how your amazon warrior woman body handles our twenty first century booze." She teased and then added "Actually I've no idea what century this is but they sure make some good drinks and food."

"That's nice." She really doesn't care for the taste of food, her tongue is probably one of the dullest around. Not all that particular about what she eats, so long as it's edible and won't give her an upset stomach.

"I'm guessing you're not much of a talker." Harley chuckled pouring them more drinks to share between the two of them. "But I saw your work in the arena. You're no stranger to a death match that's for sure." She grinned cheekily.

"So are you all caught up on your knowledge about the Capitol? Any questions? I'm a mentor I might as well do some mentoring even if you're not in my district."

"That would depend on who is talking to me." She could be quite the talker should she be prompted to by the right person. "Most questions have already been answered, yes. Though there are a few obvious ones that have not."

Such as what the best way to leave is.

"Huh, that's weird. Usually the obvious questions are the ones that come first." Harley noted as she set to work shaking a mixer to put multiple drinks together.

"I hope they aren't any of those super deep thought provoking ones. Tonight should be more about indulging in superficial fun before we have to return to our daily horror show." She joked idly.

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