"A disco ball?" He hasn't seen an actual one in person, now that he thinks about it. "Haven't seen one in person. Not even at prom," he admits. Granted, he hasn't gone to any sort of dances or parties that had one. Of course the Capitol would have those things. And of course Zed would be into it.

Nick looks up from his wine glass at the implication. If he hadn't already gotten the vibe that Zed is a light obsessed man-child possessed by who knows what that turns him into a...who knows fucking what, he might have thought the man was being serious.

...is he? Fuck if Nick knows. The Capitol plays mind games and he's aware most tributes aren't above to play along, whether they want to or not.

What the hell. If just talking to Zed gets him sponsorships that he could use in the arena, he'll talk. Christ, he's a sell out. He'll work his way towards finding out who or what Zed is ("Emperor of Darkness"? Come on) at least.

"So..." He licks the bit of wine from the bottom of his lip and leans over with a slight smirk. "That an invitation?" If there's one thing this zombie apocalypse survivor can claim, is that he has a decent poker face for the terrible liar he actually is. He's counting on the fact that Zed doesn't know him so much to notice. This facade can only be kept up for so long...but Nick's stubborn as a bull. And he's full of shit right now.