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[reallynow]

WHO| The Drag Trio + Jolie & HK
WHAT| Trey sits his children down and tells them to behave, Jolie meets HK and decides to test his mettle
WHEN| Week 3 early week 4
WHERE| Trey's apartment, The tower restaurant
WARNINGS| Warning for Jolie being Jolie.

[Drag Trio.]
There has been an undeniable heap of shit dumped on the tower lately. Was it really lately? Now that Trey had opened his eyes to it, he felt like it had been going on for as long as he can remember. It's just disaster after disaster after disaster and the idea that nobody could be aware of how bad it's all become is ridiculous. Everyone is doing their best to sweep it all under the rug, it feels like, but shit is getting real dot com.

There isn't a day Trey doesn't worry that they're going to figure out that he helped. It feels like they're drawing it out or trying to trap him somehow. He knows damn well his biggest liabilities aren't him, but the people he cares about. He likes a lot of tributes, hell he loves a lot of them, but his makeshift little drag family is his first priority. He doesn't doubt they've noticed how crazy things are, but it pains him to keep things from them. He could never say out loud what he did for the jailbreak, how he talked to the guy pulling some serious strings and pretty much surrendered himself to inevitably getting caught. Breathing too loud could put everyone in danger, he could never force that crap on Oliver and Bastien. What he can do, however, is at least make sure they're behaving. If someone happens to listen in on the conversation, it'll just seem like Trey is a proactive and helpful citizen who wants to keep the tower staff in line.

It hardly matters where they gather, since the suites are empty, but being around the tower is depressing. For a change of scene, he's invited them over to his beautifully furnished and rarely used apartment for drinks and a "Talk". With both the boys over, he'll pour almost inappropriately colorful drinks into their glasses and take a seat with a small huff, looking like he doesn't really know what to say.

Instead? He's going to pick up his glass and proceed to drain it, setting it down with a shrug. "Drink up, there's plenty more where that came from."

[HK-47]
Jolie had heard a lot about this guy. Hk-47. Stupid name, but he was a robot. Apparently. Holly seemed pretty damn fascinated by him, considering how much she'd told Jolie. Jolie doesn't like to know her girls are getting enamored with tributes, even if she does it herself. It's heartbreaking, to say the least. Once you start to really like them, you can't imagine not making sacrifices for them, sometimes that sacrifice means you can't really be seen with them anymore. Hopefully he's the sort of guy who doesn't make waves, spare Holly the shitfest that is taking care of people who are pretty much doomed.

Whatever. What a downer. Point is, she'd figured out he'd died by Clara of all people and that is as amusing as it probably is sad. Sad for him. Not for Jolie. She wasn't hunting him down, but when she saw him looking quizzically at a menu all by his lonesome she couldn't see the harm in sidling up alongside him to point over his shoulder.

"The chicken here'll give you an out of boy experience. Again. Sorry 'bout it." She shrugs and steps a little more around the table, inviting herself to sit across from him.

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[sloshing]

The first look he gives her is a mixture of incredulous and threatening nature, like how dare that be the first thing you mention. But it was a harsh truth he had to suck up and face, and not really a terrible ice breaker considering, so with a small shrug he reads over the description of what she pointed out.

All greek to him, so the term had been coined, but what other perspective did he have? He looks back up at Jolie, setting the menu down on the table.

"Introduction: Très Jolie- I recognize you from the network backlog. I am HK-47, but given your comment you know that already," he says, and if you didn't believe he was a robot yet, you might now. He'd cruised through some of the video posts and while he didn't bother with things like any of the political drama, he did try to put names to faces of people he might need to know. As Jolie worked for the Capitol with the tributes, she was someone important to know. When the server passes by, he asks for the chicken and more water. It really was amazing stuff now that he understood how important it was to a human body.

[reallynow]

It's roughly the reaction she expected, so she doesn't look too horrified by the almost threatening look. If anything, it just adds to her reasons to wave him off and snicker before folding her arms over her lap like she's almost polite.

She quirks a brow at the way he speaks and instantly she thinks he's pretty fucking weird, but that's no surprise given that he's both an off-worlder and someone Holly likes. Holly is also fucking weird. "Yeah, that's me. Congratulations, you're practically a genius." Said dryly, so dryly. Yet, she smirks when he heeds her advice and she adds a bottle of wine to that order without bothering to ask the man how he feels about it.

"I'm friends with Holly." She says blithely, hiding any preparation to judge him for his reaction.

[fuckingcool]

He's not really sure what all this is about, but considering that things are finally quiet after all that assassination drama, and it's Trey's doing, Oliver can take one good guess. He's felt a bit nervous as of late--ever since he'd helped hide those Tributes in the drag bar, Oliver's been worried that they'll be found out somehow, that his involvement in the whole thing will come out, along with his beloved friend and drag mother.

So when Trey invites him and Bastien over, out of drag, well, he's pretty sure he knows what's up. It's been forever since he's been to Trey's place--hell, he's got his own pad that's pretty much neglected year-round now thanks to the Neverending Quell, but Ollie's glad to get out of the Tower for once. So when he and Bastien are let in, he makes himself comfortable, sparing Trey a peck on the cheek and flopping down onto the pristine sofa like he owns the damn place, taking a glass without complaint.

"Thanks, boo. Hope this is as strong and fruity as you are."

[delightable]

There are people who notice things, and then people who close their eyes to the things going on around them and pretend to be ignorant. Holly is one of those people. She tries not to notice things that are obvious, tries to keep her nose clean and stay out of trouble, even when she finds herself growing more and more upset over her tributes. To say she was horrified when it came out that there were tributes hiding in the drag bar is an understatement, and while she doesn't know whether Jolie or Oceana is involved, she can't help but fear they are, just the same as she fears that the Capitol might think she's involved.

Given how close the two of them are with those tributes that were there, it's hard to close her eyes to the possibility, but she's remaining blissfully ignorant and trying to pretend that it isn't even a possibility. Jolie and Oceana are smart lady boys, they surely wouldn't do anything of the sort. She tells herself that enough that eventually she believes it.

For all she knows or suspects, this meeting is simply to discuss things that have happened in the games so far, nothing out of the ordinary. So he decides not to go in drag, because he's had quite enough of his makeup running for a lifetime. It's also pretty hard to channel all of Holly's energy when he doesn't have her mask on, so he just gives Jolie a tiny smile and accepts the drink. "Thank you, hun. I feel like I could drink ten of these." As he speaks, he gives Oceana a chuckle. "I'm not sure that's possible, Jolie's the biggest fruit in the bowl."

[reallynow]

If there's one thing Trey enjoys about this, one single thing he can zero in on and take pleasure from, it's the fact that he's the leader. He was always the bossy kid growing up, that pretty much never changed when he grew up, got into drag and started earning the influence and reputation that it took to make people follow your advice. Not that he has any real understanding of what to do, but he'd been given an in with the rebels and they trusted him enough to let him into their posts. He can relay information and, for once, being old is helping. He has connections that go back miles and he knows how to talk to higher-ups.

He's under no illusion that they can't behave, but it pays to level out some understanding so they're all on the same page. It's hard to think of how to go about it as he moves to perch on a nearby arm chair, nodding at Bastien to take a seat with Oliver so he can keep his isolated little position in front of them.

"You bitches going to be serious or are we juicing fruit jokes for all they're worth?" He smirks, knowing damn well that was an awful line. "So short of packing up and going on vacation, we're gonna have to talk about how shit is going down at work now, alright? Nobody is playing around anymore and we already know being a stylist doesn't excuse you from backlash if you go around sassing people." Victory and Effie were a solid example of that, getting avoxed and tortured herself was one thing, but seeing it happen to people he was close to is too much. "I'm guessing you heard what happened to Stephen? Poor fool got tricked into helping some sorry suckers and got cuffed for his trouble." He sounds so flippant, but it could have been him.

[fuckingcool]

Oliver rolls his eyes, but settles in anyway, not wasting any time in slamming his drink just like Trey had done. They might as well be on equal footing if they're gonna have this talk, after all.

"Calm down, we're listening, you bossy cunt," he snipes, but after that he's content to hear Trey out, his face twisting as the older man mentions Stephen. Of course he'd heard; it was one of several very exciting topics of conversation amongst tower staff.

"Sucks for him. Guess we won't be seeing him at any parties," he replies ruefully. "Unless he sucks Snow's dick and gets it taken off."

[delightable]

Bastien moves quickly to sit next to Oliver as Trey motions for him to do so. In drag, he tends to be easier to reign in and get serious, so after his and Oliver's little quips he's willing to hear Trey out on whatever he has to say.

When Trey starts off, he's nodding along- up until he ends up mentioning Stephen, and Bastien stiffens just a little. He knows good and well what happened to Stephen, and the idea is fairly terrifying. Tributes are so unpredictable, you never really know what they're capable of. He swallows hard against the sudden dryness in his mouth, and forces himself not to look as afraid as he feels.

Which fails, because he's pretty bad at hiding it.

"O!" he chastises, giving Oliver a nudge with his elbow. "That's not something to joke about." He's sorry for sounding snappy, he's just a little upset now. "I think it's awful what happened. I mean, it... it could have been any of us, right? We're just trying to do our jobs, you know? Make their lives more positive. I don't want to be taken advantage of like that. It's not fair."

God love the tributes, but he can imagine how awful it would feel. Bastien turns back to Trey, eyebrows furrowed. "But I don't think you have to worry about anything like what happened to... to Effie... happening to us." His voice drops a little low as he mentions Effie, the poor woman, but as he speaks he gestures to Oliver. "We would never do anything to step on the Capitol's toes."

He hopes.

[reallynow]

The quip about Stephen earns Oliver a soft snort, it's exactly the kind of humor he expects him to have, even if it rubs on a soft spot. He needs to make it look like he doesn't feel too bad for the guy, like he made his own bed and needs to deal with the consequences. It just sucks a little to think he got caught and Trey got away with it all, particularly since Stephen gave him the in he needed for the rebellion.

"Oh please, Stephen knows how fucking dumb he was. Just don't go saying that shit around Cyrus, I've seen him tear a bitch to pieces for less when it comes to his baby brother." It's important to establish that Cyrus just isn't someone you fuck around with, even if Trey is sure they're smart enough to know that.

"On the contrary, Miss Bastien, I have every fucking reason to worry. You know Victory, right? District One stylist? She got her ass avoxed as well. You know why? Because she was sassing when she shouldn't have been." A pointed look goes to Oliver, but Trey continues. "But it's true, tributes are great, sure. They're fun and all that, but don't think for a second they wouldn't use you for something if they could like they did with Stephen."

[fuckingcool]

Oliver shrugs off Bastien's admonishment. "What, am I wrong? His dumb ass went and did whatever it was he did, and now he's fucked." He snorts. "Don't worry. I give Cyrus a wide berth as it is. I don't trust anyone that pretty."

He pulls his knees up to his chest, not willing to say anything to Bastien before Trey does. He knows, of course, the shit he's been doing, risking his neck in some super-secret operation against the Capitol. Hell, he'd help, if he could--but as far as Trey's concerned that's verboten. It's chafing, honestly, but Oliver knows that he's right. He needs to be careful. Stay safe.

"What," he snaps when his drag mother gives him that Look. "I've been keeping my sass mouth quiet. Ish." Mostly since that incident with Eva, to be honest. It'd shaken him up in a weird way.