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[fuckingcool]

Who| Oceana Gunn and all you party people
What| Oceana's throwing the craziest party of the year to celebrate the end of the Arena, and you're invited. Feel free to mingle, post open starters, and tag around to your heart's content!
Where| Her bachelor(ette) pad in the Capitol
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh. Drugs, alcohol, sex, language, etc are all possibilities within!



It's high time that someone threw a really great party in this town.

Oceana's been laying low, working on costumes for the upcoming Crowning and watching her babies kick ass in the Arena, but after a while she gets an itch. An itch to invite hundreds of strangers to her penthouse apartment, dress up in her most sickening clothes, and let the booze pour. So that's exactly what she does. Invitations are sent out, crates of liquor are ordered, food is catered in, and the lights are dimmed way down low.

Her apartment is spacious, minimally decorated because it looks fucking cool and she's barely around anyway, and full of dark corners. The living room has a huge table full of finger foods along one wall, a champagne fountain, and a full bar with virtually endless liquor. The music is loud as hell, and the drag queen has even gone to the trouble of paying people to come early and dance, so that the dance floor is never empty.

The hostess herself will be mingling all evening; the glass of vodka in her hand is never empty, and always garnished with at least six olives. She may not be the classiest bitch in the capitol, but it's apparent by looking around that she knows how to throw a killer soirée.

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"Well, as it happens, so are we," Oceana counters, her little smirk widening. "Maybe we should make a wager. Whoever wins first..." She lets that hang in the air, because by normal standards she'd be betting sexual favors, but she's a taken woman now, and she can't be doing that shit. "Well, we'll see."

His compliment is well-received, and the queen shrugs her bony shoulders. "End of the Arena. But mostly I needed an excuse to invite a zillion strangers into my apartment and grind up on some sweaty bodies." She waves her half-empty glass of vodka. "Liquor company should pay me for all the free advertising they're getting."

[sergius]

Taken, skmaken, as far as Sergius is concerned. But then again, he's pretty far removed from his man right now, and what Val doesn't know won't hurt him. Right? Right?

"Well, if you need another sweaty body to grind up against, I'll be at the bar." With that he gives a cheeky grin. "You want anything, hostess?"

[fuckingcool]

Oceana's mouth drops open just for a moment, before being replaced by a cat-got-the-canary grin. "You're a smooth talker," she purrs, letting her hips sway to the movement. "I like it."

His question gives her momentary pause. "I'd love a Screaming Orgasm," she says finally, grin widening. "Think you can handle that, baby?"

[sergius]

"Oh, I can more than handle it." Sergius gives her a cheeky grin before disappearing a moment. He returns a couple minutes later, drinks in hand. "What kind of orgasm did you want again?"

[fuckingcool]

Oceana happily takes her drink, leaning in with an exaggerated bat of her lashes.

"Screaming, baby," she repeats. "Up against a wall, preferably."

[sergius]

It's all so very tempting. How easy it would be to take this all too far. He's not the brightest of stars, but Sergius knows better than to escalate things, deep down. He leans in too, but somehow just gives an easy laugh and settles in beside Oceana. "I'd give it to you, too, beautiful. If only I weren't a married man."

He's not, not really, but the level of codependence between himself and Val is enough to reach matrimonial levels. They're not even a couple, not really, but something tells Sergius that if Val caught wind of this situation, he'd be pretty fucking pissed.

"Them's the breaks, I guess." He sighs, then lifts his glass to toast with hers.

[fuckingcool]

Oceana's mouth twists ruefully, but inwardly she's a little relieved. Clearly, they both need to be well-behaved here. And as much as she hints at it (heavily), she'd never really do anything to fuck up her newly rekindled relationship with Holly. So she clinks her glass against Sergius's and echoes his sigh, heavy with dramatics.

"Committed relationships, am I right?" She gives him an exaggerated wink. "I've got a ladyboy at home myself."

[sergius]

"Ch-yeah?" He laughs taking a sip of the drink. It's different from what he normally goes for, but why not live a little and try something new every now and then? "So? Where is she? Is she hot? I wanna meet her."

[fuckingcool]

"Yes, hunty," Oceana confirms, licking a bit of whipped cream off the rim of her glass. "She's hot as hell. Her name's Holly. She's actually Ten's escort. But she hasn't gotten here yet, something about working late. You'd know her if you saw her, though. Big hair, great eyebrows, big tits, killer ass. I mean, she stole her T&A from someone's old couch cushions, but still." She holds up her thumb and forefinger. "Perfect."

[sergius]

He raises his eyebrows, a little surprised. He recalls seeing Holly before, having not paid her much mind at the time. He was busy crafting his own career and was much more focused on solidifying his position in District One to keep too close an eye on the competition in Ten. It wouldn't hurt to size Holly up now, though.

"She sounds like a total babe," he says, watching Ocean lick the whipped cream. "You two been together awhile then?"

[fuckingcool]

"Total babe is a real damn accurate assessment," she agrees, sucking at her straw. His question inspires a cackle.

"Sort of? We dated a few years back, but until recently we were trying the whole just-friends thing which totally fucking sucked. That was when I did all my tomcatting around," she adds with a wink. "But now we're, mm, reunited and it feels so good." She raises an eyebrow. "What about your man? Or woman, I'm not judging, honey."

[sergius]

"He's back in District One." There's a strange melancholy in Sergius' voice, an emotion that really has no place at all at such a festive little get together. Realizing this, he shakes his head, adding quickly. "We're not like, fucking or anything. But Val's my man, you know? He's my soul mate."

That too sounded a little, you know, intense for the occasion, but he's not about to apologize or backtrack. It's the honest truth. There's no one he'd rather be with than him. "Maybe you've seen him before. He's uh, tall-ish. Dark hair. A victor from District One. Kind of an asshole. Has the air of an asshole about him."

[fuckingcool]

Oceana snorts. "Sure, sure. I get you," she tosses out, even though the concept is a tad confusing. Not that she can't understand what it's like to love someone in a platonic way; her and Jolie are basically flesh and blood, and they love each other to bits when they're not irritating each other. But she's not one to judge anyone for their romantic tendencies, or lack thereof.

He goes on, and Oceana's eyes widen. "Wait, waiwaiwait. Your 'hubby' is Valerius?" For fuck's sake, Oliver grew up extremely gay and extremely attentive to the Games. Of course he knows who that is. "Shit, honey, that's a catch."

[sergius]

In all fairness, there's actually nothing Sergius would rather do than sleep with Val, but that's another matter for another day. Now all he does is give a little shrug, a little quirk of his lips as he stares into the abyss that is his cocktail. "Yeah, that's him. You call him a catch I call him... well, yeah, he's a catch but he's also a dick."

He shakes his head, then looks back to Oceana. "Three years we've lived together. One here, two back in D1, and now blamo, I'm on my own. It's fucking bizarre being back here without him."

[fuckingcool]

Oceana only snorts, watching Sergius's face change. It's pretty obvious he's all hung up on missing this guy, and part of her feels for him. "The best ones are," she quips.

Her mouth twists in a rare display of sympathy. "That's a long fucking time. It's barely been three years since I was hatched and emerged from the ocean, leaving my mermaid sisters behind." Is she serious? Is she being ironic? We just don't know.

[sergius]

Ironic or not, Sergius can't help but laugh. Instantly, his mood seems to lighten. "You look fucking great for being so fresh on land, girl. I swear, you navigate through awkward human interactions like a fucking pro. I couldn't organize a fete like this and I've lived on land my whole damn life."

[fuckingcool]

Yasssss. Yaaaaaasss she is so good at cheering people up. Watch out, Holly, your girlfriend is coming for your title. She laughs. "Thanks, baby. It was easy once I grew out of my gills and everything. Walking--that's a whole different Arena. Everyone thinks it's my eight-inch heels, though, so I let them stay uninformed."

[sergius]

"I could teach you some fancy footwork sometime, beautiful. I swear to you, I'm really good on my feet." He gave her a teasing grin. "If your ladyboyfriend doesn't mind, I mean."

[fuckingcool]

Oceana just laughs, utterly charmed, hand pressed to her fake cleavage like a blushing teenage girl. "I bet you are, babe, I bet you are." She waves an airy hand. "Oh, Holly would understand. She's almost as big a slut as I am."

[sergius]

Sergius grins cheekily. "Well, in that case, I'll have to show you my moves some time. And Holly, too. I dunno any three person dances, but I'm down to fucking learn."

[fuckingcool]

Oceana can't help but return the grin. "A threesome. I love it."

She reaches out and taps him under the chin. "Don't be a stranger, sexy. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

[sergius]

He raises his eyebrows. "Sure thing, mami. See you around."