when we drink we do it right getting slizzard

[perfectus]

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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[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."

[perfectus]

"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."

[lionhearted_victor]

"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.