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Who| Carlos and Thor
What| Carlos drowns his sorrows in rebel networking
Where| The Speakeasy
When| A few days after the mini-arena
Warnings/Notes| None yet!

Carlos had broached the subject as casually as he could. Heeey, soooo, I was thinking about how you saved me from a lot of embarrassment at the Crowning, and I thought that maybe I could buy you a drink, you know, as a thank you. That was probably enough for the Capitol's cameras: Carlos had been asking a lot of attractive men out for drinks lately, and considering his friendly acquaintanceship with Thor, he didn't think this would be suspicious. He had handed Thor an address and a time.

The time was half an hour after Carlos got there.

The address was the Speakeasy.

So here he was. He sat, and waited, and tried not to think about rats.

Comments

[worldsaway]

Luckily for Carlos, Thor is a casual man. He'd been amused more than anything by the approach and thought nothing of accepting it. He hadn't forgotten their meaningful words and looks, but he's no proper way of knowing what Carlos does and doesn't have to do with a rebellion that he's not fully aware of.

Thor arrives dressed as casually as the invitation had been. A tightly fitted t-shirt, jeans and his scraggly blond hair pulled back into a ponytail coupled with sandals. Sandals. Good god, he loved them.

He smiled brightly at Carlos when he laid eyes on him, weaving through toward him and taking the seat across from him. "You've no need to thank me, you know, but I shall take that drink all the same."