Dance, baby dance!

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Who| Milla Vodello & you!
What| Milla does what she does best, have a party. She wants to get to know her fellow tributes, as well as gather information on what's going on around the Tribute Center. What better way to do it then a party and teaching people how to dance?
Where| District 11 suites common room.
When| Mid-afternoon into the evening before curfew.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing as of now, will updated as needed.

After giving her suitemates some warning- and posting on the network, Milla didn't dally in putting together something for a party. It was a bit last minute, but Milla really can't resist. Having a party on her own terms, with people wanting to come seems like a better alternative to what she's seen of the Capitol so far.

Anyone who arrives will find the place decorated with colorful banners, a table set to the side with a mixture of Brazilian and Americana food alongside that lay some canned soft drinks. Booze is distinctly lacking unless someone feels the urge to bring their own. With the few kids coming, Milla opts to play it safe.

Furniture has been pushed around to leave more floor space open for dancing. Music is already playing, though Milla has given DJ-ing rights to Davesprite, so the music is likely to go from dance to irony tracks. Either way- you can definitely dance.

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[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy looked amused. "I'm thinking about this shit long term. If you don't think that most parties you're gonna go to have something behind them, you have a lot to learn. It sucks, but that couts for this too, even if we're having fun."

Which she honestly was.

[a_minute_younger]

Mindy is right and Gary can't deny it. There were a lot of well-to-dos and cameras at the crowning ceremony, and he knows that at any given point in time at least one of them was looking at him. They are expected to make an impression on people--ideally, a good one.

But Gary's never been one to take those kinds of things seriously. "And who wants to see me walking around like I've got a stick up my ass because I'm trying to impress people, huh? They're gonna see me at my best when I'm acting natural."

[hit_girl_mindy]

"If you say so," Mindy said, working on that jittering samba motion that Villa had been showing her earlier. "I mean, as first impression goes, you were a cocky ass hat, but there will be sponsors who are into that. If you suck at the Arena, that charisma can take you a long way. I have someone in my District who's pretty much mastered public relations in my opinion."

Yeah Dave, she was talking about you.

[a_minute_younger]

"I'll take that as a compliment, gremlin," Gary huffs in mock distaste and aims another stray nudge at Mindy and her sambaing. Almost unconsciously, he's already started to imitate her practiced style of dance.

"Who's this guy in your district that I have to take out?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Yeah, you do that Shaggy," Mindy replied, then winced. RIGHT. That guy had actually been here and then been brought out again. She was glad no one that knew him was around right now. She was chuckling though: Samba required a LOT of hip moment and shaking, and was hard enough to do for a girl. A guy imitating a girl doing Samba though, just looked funny as shit.

"Dave. Good luck with that though. That guy is a master. Who starts an arena dating a god, I ask you?"

[a_minute_younger]

All according to plan! Gary takes that chuckling as encouragement and makes his movements even more exaggerated--which means a stray bump of the hip might send Mindy across the room, but that's up to her to avoid and Gary to laugh at if it happens.

"Eh, so what?" He knows exactly who Mindy's talking about, but he's not going to let that on just yet. Gary and Dave don't exactly have a stunning rapport, so figuring out what kind of gossip is going on about him seems like a wise move. More fuel for future trolling endeavors. "Can't be that hard. I heard those Greek gods were loose as hell, know what I mean?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

His hips are going to have to be made of something strong if he expected Mindy to be knocked over anyplace: being a vigilante meant having a stable point of gravity, and that had only gotten much more evident in being here. If he knocked into Mindy's hip, he could expect to feel some definite muscle there.

"Gods here don't tend to give one of us the time of day other than friendship," Mindy said (or rather, guessed). "And we're not dealing with ant Greek gods here yet, last I checked. They were all Norse. Thor and Loki, so far. That's who Dave's with."

[a_minute_younger]

Gary doesn't recognize those names, but that doesn't stop him from being surprised. Mindy seems to be implying that these are actual gods. Maybe she means it in the metaphorical sense? Like...they're just very attractive and famous. 'Norse gods' seems like a fitting title for that sort of role. Still, going by this makeshift definition, Gary can't help but be impressed that Dave managed to rope someone like that in, so soon after he arrived.

"He's still with them?" A beat. "...All at the same time?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Nah, my bad, I was just mentioning the ones who are here. Dave's game is good, but not THAT good. Nah, he's only with the Loki guy. It happened pretty quickly though, so I have to say, even I'm impressed. But then again, they take everyone's power, whether they're a god or just have, you know, super powers or whatever. Glad they didn't have to take anything way from me."

She'd be pissed if they had, honestly.

[a_minute_younger]

The point is clarified but the damage has already been done; having preferred the idea of Dave somehow pimping out a pantheon of Norse deities, Gary chooses to accept that explanation instead. He does so privately and with a quiet giggle.

"Yeah, rub it in harder." Gary frowns and looks momentarily uncomfortable. He's had his abilities his entire life--suddenly living without them has been a change, for sure, and not one he's been especially fond of. "I guess they wanted an even playing field or whatever."

[hit_girl_mindy]

This guy was kind of hopeless: he was LIKE Dave in that way, but more of a pain in the ass.

She raised en eyebrow: he hadn't mentioned he had any powers when they'd talked at Clara's celebration. "What do you mean? Someone like you actually was given powers?"

Wait, scratch that. It shouldn't be THAT surprising. Peter Parker was still around, after all.

[a_minute_younger]

Gary huffs, pretending to hide some exaggerated indignity. "'Someone like me' meaning 'someone incredibly talented and handsome,' of course," he says, sticking out his tongue in defiance. "Besides, it's not like someone went around handing powers out like lottery tickets or anything. I was born with them." A beat. "...Isn't that how it usually is?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"I mean a pain in the neck who won't stop talking," Mindy said, "but now that I think about it, there are plenty of heroes like that anyway. I mean, part of being a hero and taking down bad guys is thinking you're the shit."

She shrugged. "Well, usually. What are your powers?"

[a_minute_younger]

Gary humphs and folds his arms. "Well it's true." Okay, enough pointless self-inflating. "I, uh--super strength and speed, I guess. I don't know how to describe it." He shrugs. "Like, I can't outrun a car, but I sure as hell can outrun you."

[hit_girl_mindy]

"How's that super powers?" Mindy said, raising an eyebrow. "You can outrun a kid, but you can't even outrun a car? It sounds like you got pretty shafted in that category."

[a_minute_younger]

Gary gapes in momentary grave offense. "--Okay, I guess comparing my powers to a scrub like you was a bad example," he says, sticking out his tongue. "I can outrun everyone. Everyone that I've met, I mean. And maybe I can't outrun the car, but I could probably bench-press it."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy laughed. "Buddy, don't think your powers entitles you to call ME a scrub. If your powers are gone that means you can't do dick while I still can, all right? Chances are if you're that cocky about it, losing not be such a bad thing. At least now you'll get a better idea of how to put your survival skills in action."

[a_minute_younger]

If Mindy was trying to give Gary good advice, he does not take it. Too busy teasing. "Maybe I can't bench-press a car without my powers, but I could probably still bench-press you," he tuts, shit-eating grin on full display. "That's not being cocky, that's just stating fact."

[hit_girl_mindy]

Ok, now he was just being kind of a dick, but in a way she could actually find some humor in. "You could bench press me, maybe, but the question is, could you take me down without your powers? I think that question's gonna be a lot more helpful to you then bench pressing a kid who weights, what, ninety pounds wet."

[a_minute_younger]

"That's the point, short stuff." Yes, he is going to pretend that he's not afraid Mindy could beat the shit out of him. Clearly the best way to do this is to try and rest his arm on her head. "What are you, four feet even? How can you take me down when you can't even reach my shoulders?"

Highly exaggerated comparison? Yes. Extremely amusing for the five seconds that the joke doesn't horribly backfire? Absolutely. Totally worth it.

[hit_girl_mindy]

In response to that, the arm coming to her head was caught by her hand, and he would find that her grip was fairly strong. "I've taken down people much taller than you, and that was before I knew how to do that on a fighting level. It's all about shifting your base, finding what someone favors as a lean and using that against them. If you're gonna underestimate your opponent because they're short, then you're setting yourself up to be pretty fucking embarrassed."

She have him a grin. "Consider that some good advice, from one pipsqueak to another."

[a_minute_younger]

There it is. Gary grins--the expression seems much better to him than looking shocked--and starts playfully swatting at Mindy's arm with his free hand. "Gently, gently," he hisses through his teeth, "I have very delicate wrists! Please."

But he can't exactly back down from this challenge, can he? "How about you prove it?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy had every intention to...just not as Gary figured. She shifted her weight against his, and it almost looked like she was sweeping him to the floor-and then she dipped him. With just as delicate touch, she righted him up and spun him into another dance hold, taking the lead as she gave him a short spin.

"I don't mind a fight," she said, "But this Milla's shindig. I'd be a pretty shitty person to start a brawl while she's doing her thing. But as you can see, even something like a dance step needs balance and force behind it."

[a_minute_younger]

As soon as Gary feels his center of balance move he goes compliantly limp, making it quite easy to manipulate him in the way that Mindy intends. At first it's an instinctive reaction to being thrown--impacts are best handled when the body isn't tense, as a lifetime of casual parkour has taught him--but once he realizes that he's being danced with, Gary isn't exactly difficult to coerce. He follows along, smoothly and with a lot of enthusiastic laughter.

"Getting Milla to chase me off the floor with a broom would be hilarious, but I see your point," he chuckles. "Maybe you can show me better in the Training Center. You're a Mentor, right? Can you squeeze in an appointment?"

[hit_girl_mindy]

"I'm always game for the training room," Mindy said, and returned the laugh. "Besides, you think I'm gonna miss a chance to throw you around on purpose? Just name a date and time. Hell, I should see if I can drag some of my tributes there too: they could use some training themselves."

In the meantime, Mindy is still leading him in the dance. It was a bit awkward, seeing as there was a height difference between them, but Mindy's carefully paid attention to Milla more than made up for this.