Brock Fucking Samson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thecapitol2014-10-04 11:02 pm
samson) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-04 11:02 pm
[open] I saw my old friend Gabriel down the perimeter ringing a bell
Who| Brock Samson and YOU
What| Drinking and thinking (mostly drinking)
Where| Various bars, he is basically doing a bar crawl
When| RIGHT NOW I mean at night I guess
Warnings/Notes| alcohol...
This whole thing is kind of stupid. Annoying? Yeah, sure, but also stupid. It's more stupid than annoying, truth be told.
The way Brock dealt with most stupid things is generally by punching it in the face. He can't really do that to an idea and a concept though, much to his frustration, so he's just drinking instead. Sure. That's a decent enough compromise. If he can't punch shit, he'll just get loaded until he can better process everything.
Then he will punch shit.
He managed to find the least-dumb looking clothes available to him, ones that aren't decked out in sequins or feathers or holographic whatevers. Apparently plain T-shirts aren't befitting a Tribute, but like fuck he actually cares about that right now. He is anticipating not caring about it ever, to be honest, but one step at a time.
Most of the bars here are, like, stupid clubs with stupid names and stupid drinks with actual pounds of glitter poured into them. He can be found at any bar throughout the Capitol, getting progressively more drunk because that's how he do, but he doesn't spend much time at any of them.
Later in the night, he'll be at the Central Commons in the Tribute Center, and then when that gets too annoying, he goes up to the roof. Naturally, with a bottle of beer because whatever. Who's going to stop him? Seriously.
Though to be honest, maybe that would actually be helpful. He'd get to punch somebody, at least.
What| Drinking and thinking (mostly drinking)
Where| Various bars, he is basically doing a bar crawl
When| RIGHT NOW I mean at night I guess
Warnings/Notes| alcohol...
This whole thing is kind of stupid. Annoying? Yeah, sure, but also stupid. It's more stupid than annoying, truth be told.
The way Brock dealt with most stupid things is generally by punching it in the face. He can't really do that to an idea and a concept though, much to his frustration, so he's just drinking instead. Sure. That's a decent enough compromise. If he can't punch shit, he'll just get loaded until he can better process everything.
Then he will punch shit.
He managed to find the least-dumb looking clothes available to him, ones that aren't decked out in sequins or feathers or holographic whatevers. Apparently plain T-shirts aren't befitting a Tribute, but like fuck he actually cares about that right now. He is anticipating not caring about it ever, to be honest, but one step at a time.
Most of the bars here are, like, stupid clubs with stupid names and stupid drinks with actual pounds of glitter poured into them. He can be found at any bar throughout the Capitol, getting progressively more drunk because that's how he do, but he doesn't spend much time at any of them.
Later in the night, he'll be at the Central Commons in the Tribute Center, and then when that gets too annoying, he goes up to the roof. Naturally, with a bottle of beer because whatever. Who's going to stop him? Seriously.
Though to be honest, maybe that would actually be helpful. He'd get to punch somebody, at least.
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But that is too stupid to say out loud and it makes him sound like a psychopath, so instead he just takes a step forward, looming down.
"Don't poke me. Ever again."
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"Just don't be horning in on my shawties and we be cool," he adds, as if he still doesn't get that he has exactly zero leverage in this conversation.
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No, he's not going to do it. He can't.
Brock runs his hand down his face. "Are you even old enough to drink? Do they even card people in this place?" he says, looking around for a bouncer or something, redirecting his frustration so he doesn't slap this kid upside the head. He is starting to feel sorry for him now.
The fact that he's contrite while not cowering stupidly might have something to do with how sympathetic Brock is feeling, too.
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And as if to illustrate, he taps the wallet in his pocket with his non-injured hand. And then his eyebrows lift a little.
If he can attract ladies, and Brock can attract ladies, the two of them at the bar together will be like, infinite ladies.
"Buy you a drank?"
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Brock makes a face that is somewhere between skeptical and uncomfortable. Does he want to go drinking with... what, a seventeen-year-old? Maybe eighteen? It'd be like drinking with Hank. It's weird.
"You really don't have to..."
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"A'ight, dawg, if you say so." And he slinks off, looking like a cat that's just been punted out into the rain.
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But Brock isn't about to chase after some kid to soothe his feelings. It's not his style. He will make it up to him later, maybe teach him how not to get totally murdered in the arena. Because he is pretty sure that kid is just going to get totally murdered.