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Who| Sergius and Calendius, open to crashing from other Capitolites of a certain ilk.
What| Clubbing.
Where| The Capitol's hottest club: ¿ǩevin?
When| The night of Leonidas' arrival.
Warnings/Notes| This club has everything, trance, stilts, throw-up music, ferbies, furkles. Also Sergius is a ratchet bitch so there will probably be swearing. Heads up.



Leo wasn't under his skin, at least that's what he told himself. Really, it was just that he and Sergius were overdue for this. They'd gone out together often enough prior to the asshole dropping him to move off to the middle of nowhere chasing some guy, and this was just picking things up again, business as usual. Cal's interest in forcibly sublimating his frustrations into dance and the uhn tiss of what could barely be defined as music.

"Let's go," was all he'd said by way of greeting to his friend before they'd sped of the luxury car Calendius had borrowed several weeks ago from his family's home. The valet had seemed overly pleased to take the keys away from him. Cal's only hope was that Adrastea had decided to take a night off from the party scene.

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Leonidas didn't come to ¿ǩevin? to mess with Calendius when he stepped through the doors. He was here to visit one of the waitresses, to see how she was doing and adjusting in this Capitol nightlife. She always had a soft spot for the small lion for having beat a man who harassed her back in District 2 and keeping her safe whenever she worked late. As arrogant as Leo was, he was a decent person underneath it all.

He ordered a simple gin and tonic to start off the night and began chatting up the other clients. He was completely unaware a certain Rey had picked this one club to party.

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Theoretically, it would have been possible for both of them to move through the club the entire night and just miss each other. There were enough people roaming around ¿ǩevin? that it wasn't like one was particularly noticeable in the bunch. Hell, he'd already lost Sergius a few times, and they'd barely been at the club at all.

But that, Cal was learning, was simply not how his life worked.

"I'll have sex with an alligator," he rolled up to the bar, calling out to the barkeep and waving his hand at her sloppily just in case she didn't hear him over the rest of the noise in the club. After she acknowledged him, he grinned stupidly. "Again."

He'd only had three drinks (plus one borrowed from Sergius). That wasn't bad, he reasoned, quite regardless of how little or often he imbibed. He was feeling it though, and his arm dropped limply, lazily as he waited for his drink. He let it sag, swing, and then felt it hit someone. "Oh, sorry, m--" The apology died on his lips. That someone looked an awful lot like someone he didn't care to see. Certainly not here, certainly not now, and certainly not feeling like this.

"The fuck are you doing here?" He head stopped spinning, the fuzzy feeling behind his ears crystalizing. The hobbit was a literal buzzkill.

[lionhearted_victor]

Oh no. Oh why. God, why. Bars were his safe spot, his chance to get away from his coworkers, especially Calendius Rey. What's worse, half his drink was now on his shirt. The barkeep knew the way Leo was groaning and immediately refilled his drink and got to work on whatever that drink Cal had ordered.

"I'm here to visit my friend. I thought you couldn't drink anyways, what with striving for perfection," Cora snapped back, "What'd you do, lose a bet with Sergius? Because frankly, you being here, has his name all over it."

No Leo, be the better person, and drink your glass. This can be peaceful and-

"Or maybe you got jilted again for God knows why."

Goddammit Leo.

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"Oh, he's around, too." He huffed, giving the bartender an undeserved side eye as she slid him his drink. Without a glance in Leo's direction, lifted the drink, downing half of its multicolored contents in a single gulp. That made three and a half drinks. Or was it four and a half? He couldn't remember, but suddenly the haze, the little that remained, seemed much less entertaining.

"Anyway, it's about balancing your alcohol intake. Pacing yourself. That kind of thing." Not that he'd done any of that kind of thing. Cal had gone out to get shitfaced, and shitfaced he become quite efficiently. "Cocktail, water, some kind of snack. Rinse and repeat."

Finally, he spared Leo a scathing look over the rim of the martini glass. "But hey, you have a friend. Congrats. I won't keep you."

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"Perfect, there's a high chance of me spotting the ever elusive Valerius then if Sergius hasn't changed his ways." Leo's eyebrow quirked at that, and the barkeep, Sofia, stared. Was this the man that claimed to be perfection incarnate? Leo aknowledged the start and chuckled at her. "Get him a bottle of water, he's getting close to sleeping under President Snow's statute," he warned both Sofia and Calendius of what was going to be inevitable. "Not that we'd all not enjoy it."

Was this an Escort party? He thought he'd seen the telltale fashion of one Swann Honeymeade and the air of smugness of a certain Compson. Now this was becomong a night he did not regret to leave work early.

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"Val doesn't really do the club scene." Cal snapped back quickly, tone completely disjointed from the charming wink he lavished on Sofia as she scampered back with his water. "Something about him hating pretty much everyone and being uncomfortable in big crowds. And anyway, Sese did have a life here before he ran off to the Districts. We used go out a lot before all that."

He wouldn't have characterized himself as nostalgic, not necessarily anyway. In the past few months, his life had shifted a lot. While there was a certain innocence to the routine of Capitol nightlife, Cal could also see very clearly that his time spent engaging with it hadn't really meant anything. It certainly hadn't come to some abrupt halt when he'd left it for a semi-professional life. It was just another thing. One probably better left to more thoughtful, reflective types. "Speaking of which-- Don't you hate everyone, too? I'm surprised you found time to bother with socializing."

[lionhearted_victor]

"I don't hate everyone, Callie," Leo argued with a grin as Sofia shook her head and resumed her work but not before letting slip a 'Behave' towards the trainer. "I merely want a separation between work and play, especially since I'm six feet in footage and paperwork."

To be honest, he was catching up on a lot of work, buried in analyzing their tributes' performance as Cal has suggested, "I socialize, just not when you're drunk."

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"I wasn't asking you to socialize with me," he practically spat back at Leo. Their brief polite conversation wasn't enough to make Calendius forget that his entire reason for coming out and forcing Sergius away from his not-quite-boyfriend was to forget about Leonidas and whatever the hell he was doing in the Capitol. The trainer's appearance at the club was like a personal affront no matter how inane it should have been.

"Okay, fine, whatever." He shrugged his shoulders, a quick gesture he hoped would be snappish and spritely enough to belay the accusation. "And I'm not drunk. Not that drunk, anyway."

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"Oh this is ridiculous, Calendius. You're drunk enough to order that alligator drink without a hint of irony," Leo smugly reminded the escort, "And you're the one who owes me a drink if we're being honest. So go meet Sergius, drink water and hope for the sweet release of death tomorrow."

He knew he was goading Cal but he wasn't the goddamn king of this club or anywhere for that matter.