thecapitol | [Open] Aguas Blancas

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[Open] Aguas Blancas

Who| Leo and Open
What| Random Arena Capitol party for the Victor announcement,
Where| Lux 4
When| Arena Finale
Warnings/Notes| Pitchblack humor, Arena discussion and he's wallowing in misery

Leonidas tried his best to behave himself, be a walking District 2 billiboard during this little shindig over at the Lux4, but the way the alcohol flowed into his glass meant that this? This was Staffer hell all over again. It was saddening to say that the Tributes, with all their flaws and biases (looking at you Loki), were more fun than the Capitolites he was forced to mingle with. More so when he had to explain to some of the Sponsors about the final week of the Arena and why his Tributes had not come along and done more. To their credit, Leo did recognize and made very clear that they had done what they could to survive and pulled through as best they managed. That was as close to a compliment as they'd get from the man.

Maybe it wasn't to the Sponsors' liking but Cora would not really care about it. He was here mostly to market the tributes for Post-Arena activities, raise awareness of what disasters could've been avoided had they been as incompetent as others. Leo would be heard saying:

"Yes, I believe Thor had the highest kill ratio, did you see him in the Cornucopia? So sad we lost him." Norse Gods be damned, that was a disturbing display, almost didn't give the others a chance to run.

"Felicity did very well, she lasted so long. I stand corrected in my earlier assessments," he was a proud man, but humility was marketable, especially for a Career that never made it into his own Arena. "Her loss is something to be remembered.

But when asked about Jet, Leonidas had consider what he'd said about alliances, even if that practice was subversive to the Games. He smiled at the Capitolite, and told her with the most honest tone, "His alliances brought results in the long-run. It was only fitting that the Capitol nipped anything that would corrupt of the Hunger Games." Spoken like a District 2 citizen, loyal from birth, and loyal to the end. What made it worse? He believed in it. He believed in that every element in the Arena was useful and if friends had to kill each other, so be it.

This party was proving to be boring all over again and all Leo wanted to sit down and quietly numb the pain he shared with Jason Compson: so nearly there, so close to having a Victor and then…

"Another," he growled as he sat at the restaurant bar with his drink. Anyone getting between him and the wine should tread lightly.

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What follows from the Capitolite's mouth is a tirade of poor management, how dare Torin allow his favorite Tributes get murdered in such a cheap way (how is an explosion cheap again?) and they plan to do about all this as soon as the next Arena.

"I personally find that our Tributes did their best given the circumstances. THey performed admirably...and I mourn their loss as much as my coworker," Leo began with a civil tone, "We may not have won but we pushed on."

Yes, because Torin personally saw to it that everyone from Two lost, right? He sighs. "We'll carefully review all of what has happened here so none of this will happen again, and our Tributes will be back more prepared than ever--and while putting on a better show of it, as well."

The Capitolite, as buzzed as he was, couldn't argue with the expertise of at least two people who survived the Arena in the first place, and trained others to ensure they followed in Torin's footsteps. He stomped out along, mentioning something about Districters being useless when they're needed.

"Well, that's one assault charge I've avoided," Leo was quick to quip and offered his glass to the bartender.

"If you do pick a fight with someone, try to make sure it's someone who won't press charges," Torin said wryly. "That might get us a little more attention, but I don't think it's what we need right now."

"...I need to find a drunk that's in worse shape than I am. Preferably someone from District 12, because right now, if I have to listen to Tony Stark's name..." It was hard to tell if Leonidas was actually serious, or if there was an actual intent to find a walking punching bag.

But after the mess that is District 6, he toned his rage back, "We really don't, we must...portray ourselves in the proper manners of Careers. Sir, please shoot me."

"One, I don't have a gun. Two, shooting you isn't going to do anyone any good." Torin sighs. "I can get you back to your rooms, and you can sleep it off before anyone from Distict 12 gets too close. How's that sound?"

"Better than dying, that's for sure. And I severely doubt you need the same amount of political wreckage as other Districts."

It wasn't just the Transportation District in trouble, but Compson's behavior was starting to alienate the Tributes. Or was that just Leo being tired of being seen as lowly.

"Old blood seeps into the ground like battery acid."

Torin sighed. "That it does. We've just got to manage the damage as best we can--and we've got the other Districts' failures going for us." He grimaced. "It's not the best of situations, but we'll work with it."

"I'd rather not use the Districts' own mistakes against us," Cora allowed himself to admit, "Unless we're talking District 7 and then we're talking. Their star Tribute took out enough of the others to make their standing look incredibly by comparison."

With that, and one last gulp, Leo tapped the bartender, "Tab now." Manners were not on his vocabulary at the moment.

"We'll see how it goes. It'll be easier to figure things out after the smoke clears." And easier to figure things out with a sober trainer.

Torin motioned to the bartender to give the tab to him. "I'll take care of it tonight, thank you." At least he'd be polite to the guy.

Leo almost reached for the small folder before his Mentor got it, he'd had quite a night before Byrd showed up. It was embarrassing had he been sober enough to realize it. "Sir, it's quite all right, I can handle this one," no he can't, not by far. But he can try to get that 400 Assi tab away, as if his career depended on it. By this point, it probably did!

Torin was fairly well off thanks to being a Victor, and it wasn't like he had a lot of vices of his own. He could handle it. And since he wasn't drunk, even with a bad arm, he was faster. "No, allow me. I insist." Really, Leo would be paying for it the next morning with a hangover...

The insistence is what sealed the deal for Cora and he ruefully stood down from his attempts at catching the tab. Truth be told, he felt and hid like a child who'd broken a vase. District 2 needed strong leadership and a drunk coach, a vestigial position if Leo was honest about the criticism, isn't doing anyone favors.

"If the bartender gives you a second tab, don't let him, that's from earlier," he slurred for a second and raised his hand slightly.

"I'll keep that in mind." Even if Torin was very likely just to pay it off anyway, presuming Leo wasn't paying attention. The man worked hard, a little bonus every now and then never hurt.

Cora was gone for the moment, more so when the analysts started talking over the replays, pointing out every glaring flaw in each of the losing District's plans. He was sure that, wherever Calendius was, he'd be the first one to blame the coach for not doing enough, or something. They bickered a lot and there was a chance that Leo wouldn't have hesitated to bean the Capitolite if he could.

"As long as things are stable in the home front and I don't commit murder along the way," he wouldn't, not driving anyways.

"I'll keep an eye on you for that," Torin replied. Not that he sounded particularly worried about the possibililty of murder. "After a little rest, we'll all come out swinging. This is survivable." Granted, Torin's standards for not survivable were pretty ridiculously high.

"For you, pretty much anything outside the Arena is survivable," the snipe escaped Leo's mouth before he could stop himself. The realization that he disrespected the Mentor sobered him up fast, "I am so sorry, sir."

He swallowed down, knowing he's crossed a line and, had he been any more drunk, he'd be shrinking like a dog who ate the house plant.

Torin arched an eyebrow. His long time in the Capitol had given him a fairly high tolerance for people saying foolish things, and he found he preferred a sort of stoic, quiet disapproval to other, more passionate ways to react. "Just lay off the liquor. I think you've had more than enough for tonight."

The quiet disapproval burns Leonidas as he quickly sobered up for walking out of the bar. Or at least it feels like social napalm all over his skin: he disrespected his District Mentor. "Yessir, I'll just lay low for a while." No amount of alcohol will ever make Cora forget this moment, that was certain.

One last look at the screen and he makes the comment, "I'm gonna feel this in the morning." Oh you will, Leo, you definitely will.

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Torin sighs. "It catches up with everyone eventually. Do you want me to call you a cab?" Because there are still many ways this night could go wrong, and Torin is well aware of this.

Even through the shame, Leo wasn't going to deny his mentor that request. There really would be quite the shake up in the incoming weeks and Cora wasn't sure how he'd take it all. He grabbed and dropped the cash for an extra water bottle.

"Yeah, I'll have a few things to work off and here's hoping the Training Center's open."

Letting the coach near weapons was probably one of the ways Torin thought this night could go from bad to absolutely terrible.

Ah, yes. Letting a drunk coach near weapons and other training equipment. Truly the highlight of Torin's night. He makes a mental note to put in a quiet call to the Peacekeepers there, letting them know that the District 2 coach has had just a little too much to drink and is just a little too dedicated to his job, don't let him in..."Now isn't the time for more training. It's a time for resting. You need to be at a hundred percent."

"I…" Dammit, there went his venting window, "I suppose I do." No, Leo, you don't suppose, you do know it. Torin was too old and overworked to tolerate his messes, and more so now that their reputations were in tatters. He briefly wondered what kind of example he was setting for the rest of the District and concluded: not a great one.

"Yeah, I'm ready to bail out." Correct term used as this was quickly becoming a disaster.

"Alright, then, come on." And Torin was going to try taking Leo's arm and guiding him towards the door.

Leo wasn't going to fight the arm and simply follows the lead. The water would be very helpful when tomorrow came along and wrecked the coach, "Thank you sir..for this

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