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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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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.

Diana shrugs. "How should I know? Do I look like a farmer?"

She reaches and places a hand over the top of the mug, pushing it down.

"Besides, it's a special skittles lamb. Maybe it's wool doesn't grow like the sheep we know."

"I miss skittles." Orc sighed automatically, apparently he hadn't yet discovered he could request whatever kind of candy he wanted...or he'd been unable to properly describe skittles to the serving staff in the Training Center.

At Diana's gentle and less then subtle urging he put the mug down and instead pet the lamb who seemed to appreciate the texture of his rough fingers combing through it's wool.

"Maybe I should call it skittles."

"Skittles?" She tilts her head back ever so slightly as she thinks on it. "Yeh, that would be pretty cute."

Her smirk is back. "Plus, seeing you running around calling out for skittles and asking strangers if they've seen your skittles would be hilarious."

There was a moment of hope and pride on his face, only to be dashed when Diana turned it into an easy joke and he realized how incredibly stupid that would look and sound.

"Yeah...maybe not then." He muttered looking away from her and back to the lamb.

"In that case, why don't you call it something generic?" A small pause, guessing that word was probably a little too advanced for Orc. "You know, really common."

She giggling again. "Or something tough to match your spiked collar~"

Orc had reached what he believed to be the peak of his mental abilities. He was even sober albeit hungover.

"Ba Ba Rainbow Sheep Havevyou any wool." He mumbled off key.

The sheep answered his question with another bleat in a very matter-of-fact way.

Diana laughs again. "Does that make you Mary?"

She covers her mouth as she laughs calm down to giggles.

"Don't go throwing yourself off any cliffs." She scratched the sheep behind its ear. "And don't take the little one with you."

Orc was about to comment about that being stupid but the second part caught his attention and confused him.

"Why would I throw myself off a cliff if I was Mary..." then his mind kicked into gear and he remembered Mother Mary from the Fayz. His face screwed up into a scowl and his tone darkened.

"That's not funny."

"It was a little funny." She said, smirk on her face, not betraying even the littlest bit of remorse.

"Come on, don't be a sourpuss. Since when were you too cheery for some dark humour?"

Was he really like that? Was that only when he was drunk? He wasn't sure but the thought of Mother Mary and all the little kids going over the side of the cliff made his stomach churn.

"Still not funny." He muttered confused at why he was the one feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

"Yeh, well, sorry if I don't think of you as the expert on what's funny and what's not." She picks up his mug, tests the smell and takes the smallest sip before wrinkling her nose in distaste and putting it back down.

"Gross, Orc."

Orc's frown deepened when Diana expressed disgust at his drink and he took it up again "Whatever." He muttered taking a drink himself. "Taste's fine to me." He lied. "And it'll get the job done."

She arches an eyebrow and places her palm over the top of the mug again. "Have you ever thought of maybe drinking something non-alcoholic? Just to spice things up?"

A shrug. "A glass of juice here and there won't kill you."

Orc's frown was affixed firmly in place already so that suggestion did nothing to remove it.

"There's juice in there." He defended weakly.

Diana puts on her fake pout. "Don't you be setting a bad example for Skittles."

Orc couldn't help but look back at the sheep as if he should feel guilty. Then the name struck him. "Skittles?" That was a good name. It had been his favorite candy back home.

The lamb bleated in response and lay down on the sofa resting after it's nice full meal. It kept it's eyes on them though.

"Yeh. Skittles. Remember, you said you'd call it that?" She shouldn't be shocked at Orc's lack of memory really. She's pretty sure he's drowned his brain cells so much that his brain is permanently water logged in booze.

Did he? His stomach growled and he tried to silence it by emptying the rest of his drink gulping it down.

"Yeah I like it." He decided. "Good idea." He added to no one in particular.

"Time for breakfast." he declared finally as the first buzz of the day began to settle over his brain.