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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.

Comments

I hope this isn't too late!

[a_minute_younger]

Gary's snorting at his joke, too, because it was a good joke and everyone should be laughing at it. Or at least they will be, once he finishes it. The culmination of bodies and manic air have made keeping a poker face surprisingly difficult (not, interestingly enough, the cup of vodka in his hand, which even Gary has to admit is a little too strong for him to do more than cautiously sip from when he's feeling brave).

"And--And then I said--'Are you nuts? That's my sister!'" Cue raucous laughter. It might all be from Gary, though, because he hasn't kept track of if anyone was listening. But surely Jolie was! Gary turns his attention to her, still cackling as he wipes the tears from his eyes. "Ahh...shit. Gets me every fucking time. Did you get it? You got it, right?"

not at all!

[reallynow]

It doesn't surprise Jolie to find Gary in the middle of things and mingling, great big flirt that he is. Or little thing. Whatever. It's been a while since they spoke, so she's happy to approach him and listen to his stupid joke. The snort is sincere, but partly because he's adorable.

"'Course I did." Actually she lost track as well, but she's been drinking a bit. She bravely takes a long sip of her drink, dragging long fingers into his locks affectionately so she can ruffle his hair slowly. "Nice to see you again, toots."

[a_minute_younger]

Gary makes an agitated groan and tries to squirm away from Jolie's affections--more on principle rather than actual distaste, because really he quite likes the idea of someone paying this much attention to him. His hair isn't salvageable either way, so he quickly gives up the fight.

"You too, hot stuff." Gary huffs and, in imitation, takes a sip of his drink. He needs a moment afterwards to relax his scrunched face. "What's a nice girl like you doing in a crazy place like this?"

[reallynow]

By now Jolie is pretty sure Gary does a lot of things for show, so his groaning doesn't dissuade her from her mission to mess up his hair at all. He's sort of like an adorable stress ball, and she needs it after watching Jason scream at avoxes.

"This nice girl happens to be the official drag mother of the host, thank you very much." She hasn't clocked the fact that Gary hasn't clocked her as a queen, so she doesn't hesitate in admitting that. "I'm just here to drink and make sure she doesn't drink more." She has the best intentions, of course.

[a_minute_younger]

Gary's hair is sufficiently messed up. There's enough styling gel and static electricity to make it do all sorts of interesting, gravity-defying tricks, if Jolie puts her mind to it. Gary's shoulders are slumped in silent submission throughout.

"No shit," he grins. "Oceana? Yeah, you've done a good job with her!" Then his mouth is curling into a sly smirk. "I want in on the betting pool for whoever lasts longest. There's a pool, right? Who do I talk to?"

[reallynow]

Unfortunately, Jolie isn't putting her mind to it. It's mindless fluffing at this rate and it will only continue with his compliance. It is totally not weird to be stroking the hair of someone you barely know, right?

"I know, I'm a miracle worker." She doesn't so much as attempt to be humble, instead she just snorts at his proposition. "You wouldn't last long enough to see who won, but I'll spoil it for you. I would." She gives him a look that says duh.

"How've you been, anyway? Staying out of trouble?" That was a seamless segue. Not.

[a_minute_younger]

Totally not weird. Gary likes the attention, as...unusual and kind of demeaning as it is, and considering that he's slightly buzzed and dizzy from all the new company, he's starting to get into it a little bit. His head lolls back as he stares lazily over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes.

"The trouble's where the fun's at," Gary chuckles. "Otherwise I'd be in bed like a good boy instead of here, wouldn't I?" And, as if to prove how much of a not-good boy he is, Gary leans forward to take another sip of vodka. His wincing says that was a mistake.