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Who: Orc and Open to All
What: Having too much fun leads to some strange choices
Where: Training Center Common Area
When: Noon
Warnings: Depressed, alcoholic rock monster

Orc heard noise all around him and felt light stabbing at his eyes. He must have fallen asleep somewhere other then his room.

This wasn't unusual for him though he was doing it less lately since he could have all the alcohol he wanted back in his apartment with the other tributes.

He didn't want to, his head was starting to hurt as his brain started up and reminded him how hungover he should be. He knew however if he remained passed out in public he'd never hear the end of it from the papers and TV shows that follows tributes. Though he was far from the only person involved in the games to drink heavily.

Opening his eyes to the blinding light of day he groaned and sat up. As the world of color came into focus he recognized the furniture of the common area of the Training Center. Sure enough there were some "reporters" if you could call them as such taking pictures of him and one of them jokingly asking if he had a rough night and who his friend was.

Friend? Orc blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked around before his eyes settled on a creature that was laying on the sofa next to him currently eating salad from a bowl someone had brought it.

It was a lamb. A rainbow colored lamb.

It was not the first time in his life that Orc had absolutely no excuse for something he had done under the influence of alcohol, but this was by far one of the most baffling.

"Hello." He grunted to the lamb who bleated in response and resumed it's meal.

Casting a wary glance around he spotted a server and growled. "Drink."

The server scurried away, grateful he no longer had to stand around watching over the sleeping rock creature and it's "pet"

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"Hair of the dog." He grunted and with as much delicacy as he could manage plucked the celery stick out of his drink looked at it for a moment before offering it to the lamb who bleated again and nibbled on it, apparently not minding that it was soaked in alcohol and whatever else was in Orc's first drink of the day.

"Is it dyed?" He wondered out loud now hat Diana had indirectly pointed out it's peculiar color scheme.

"Try not to get the farm animal drunk. Please? I don't want to have to explain to the guys that run this place why there's a dead lamb in the common room because it got alcohol poisoning."

She quickly drinks the entire glass of water, sighing contently when she finishes and ordering a large glass of juice for the second round. "How should I know? Knowing this place it might have been born with it. Pick it up and see if it smells like hair dye."

Orc looked seriously concerned about the idea that alcohol might kill his lamb, but the thing had already devoured half the celery stick so he couldn't really stop it from eating the rest.

Rather then picking it up he leaned in and gave it a sniff sitting back up he looked thoughtful.

"Smells like a candle. One of those scented ones." He couldn't describe it better then that. His mom used to love them and would light a different scent for every month in the main entrance of their house. If Diana cared to try it herself she would find it smelled like a mix of lavender and vanilla.

Apparently Orc liked the scent because he cracked the faintest of craggy smiles and took another drink.

"Well, in that case be careful not to spill anything on it. Or it'll smell like the bar instead."

She reaches over to catch her fingers in the short, soft wool.

He sat back to watch Diana feeling the softest wool that she had ever known. This fleece was not only colorful but it was so soft it was tempting to bury your face in it.

"I don't even know if they let us keep pets." Orc reasoned as he set his drink down, away from the lamb.

"They seem to be okay with us doing alot."

She rubs the lamb's velvety nose. "Maybe they're hoping if you have another hobby you won't get shit-faced as often. Repetition makes things boring.They want you to save it."

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"Repe-whatnow?" Orc asked confused by the larger vocabulary word. The sheep seemed to enjoy the attention as it bleated and rubbed into Diana's touch. No man or beast could resist Diana's touch it seemed.

Carefully Orc stroked along the lamb's back with two fingers. He could barely feel the wool but he could still feel it. And it felt nice.

"Save what? Save the lamb?"

Diana shakes her head, giving the lambs head a final pat. "Nevermind, Orc."

She sips at her juice. "So, are you going to keep it?"

He thought about it for a moment while the lamb turned to lick at his fingertips, not even minding the texture.

That made him smirk a little more.

"Yeah...if they let me. It's cute right?" The colors were bright and a little too fruity but Orc already planned to thump anyone who dared imply he had a gay lamb just because it was rainbow colored.

"Yeh, it's pretty cute." She leans back into the plushness of the sofa.

Diana's not sure she's ever seen Orc smile this much. She realizes this is probably the happiest she's ever seen him. She also realizes that something that that should be pretty sad, but when you've been more concerned about the people around you starving to death for the past year, gathering up enough empathy for sadness tends to take something more hard hitting than someone not smiling often.

"Well, if your keeping it. What are you going to call it?"

Orc straightened up with a serious look as he considered that question.

"I don't know...Howard is better at naming stuff then I am." After all he was the idiot who embraced the nickname "Orc" long before he looked like a rock covered monster.

"I'll think of something." He rubbed his chin with the sound of gravel scraping against itself and studied the sheep who looked back at him with big dark eyes as a leaf of lettuce hung from it's mouth.

Diana lets out a chuckle. "Hope you don't mind it being named after dinner then."

She puts her arms behind her head and lounges out on the sofa arm. "Because I can't see Howie putting too much effort and thought into something that's going to be hogging all your attention and using up the cute quota."

Orc's face tensed showing he would not be allowing the sheep to be named after a meal. But then confusion at her next statement.

"Why not? He's good at naming things." Orc asked completely missing Diana's insinuation.

Smirking, she replies. "Yeh, but he's going to get jealous if you spend all your time with that sheep and not him."

That puzzled Orc even more, his face screwed up in concentration as he tried to figure out what she meant by that. It felt like she was teasing him. He hated being teased.

"Why would he be jealous?" Orc wondered out loud. "I mean...it's not like we can't hang out. I'm not gonna always be with the lamb."

Said lamb was licking the bottom of it's bowl now having finished the salad. A fitting habit of any FAYZ child let alone the pet of one.

"Because he's your 'bf'." She said, deliberately using the shorthand term. "He wants to hang out with just you and have your attention all to himself."

"BF?" Orc repeated as his brain turned the letters around to try and figure out what they meant. While he wasn't the sharpest needle in the sewing kit he had grown up in a generation of text messaging, so his immediate jump went to.

"Best friends?" He asked again hoping for confirmation before adding "We can hang out with the lamb around. It's not like I'm gonna stop being his friend."

Ignoring the fact that they were pretty lousy friends to begin with.

Diana holds her hands up. "Fine. Don't take my word of it."

She shurgs, but is still smirking at him. "But just so you know, I will be mocking you extensively and repeating the phrase 'I told you so' the moment it happens.

Orc snorted, he had no doubt Diana would mock him no matter what happened.

"Who gets jealous over a lamb?" Orc wondered out loud once more and petted the creature in question which got up to stretch it's legs.

"Guess I need like...a leash and stuff."

There was a short pause, then Diana suddenly burst out into a long, musical laugh. The pretty curve of her neck showing as her head tilts back, cute dimples forming on her face and her attractive eyes starting to water as she laughs and laughs.

"Oh, god, I just got the mental image of you with a rainbow sheep on a leash." She wipes a tear of mirth out of her eye.

Orc felt flustered as she laughed, and even more so because even when she was mocking him she was so beautiful.

Pouting as much as he could he scooped up the lamb in one arm and pet it defensively muttering "Don't listen to her, you'll look cool. I'll get you a spiked collar or something."

The sheep bleated again looking up at him but not struggling to get away.

She manages to speak through the laughter. "Oh, yeah, a spiked collar. That'll make it look tough. It's not like those have become the symbol for big softies trying to act tough or anything."

Orc's frown just deepened, almost a pout.

"Well what would you do then? I'm not gonna dye them black or whatever." Because yeah Rainbows were kinda gay but he was a giant rock monster...who was he to judge a lamb on how it looked?

"A bell." Diana quickly replied. "A cute little baby lamb should have a cute little bell to match."

She swings her long, shapely legs off the edge of the sofa. "Plus, that way you won't lose it when you get hammered again and stumble around the building."

Just the thought of the bell made his hangover throb and remind him that he was in fact, still suffering the effects of his alcoholic binge.

"Maybe." He would think about it again when he wasn't trying to sooth a headache and took another drink of his cocktail to try and do just that.

"Will I have to like...shave it when the coat gets big?" He wondered out loud expressing just how little he knew about the care and feeding of livestock.

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