"Well, I try," he replied, chuckling a little and taking a sip from his glowing yellow drink. Even his drink was coordinated with his outfit. Whether that was luck or intent was difficult to tell.

"There are an awful lot of parties to compete with around the start of the Arena. It's go big, or fizzle out. I'd prefer not to fizzle out." Fizzling out meant less pandering to the people, less business connections. He needed those. He may look like just another ridiculous Capitolite, but there was a lot of savvy and intellect hidden behind that makeup.

He cast a glance briefly to the screen, lip curling a little bit. More and more exploitation as the time went on. More and more personal.

Disgusting.

"I'd rather be dancing than watching this mess, anyway."