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thecapitol2013-09-05 02:17 am
richpeopleproblems) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-05 02:17 am
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Let's have a toast for the assholes
Who| Murdoc (The disctrict 4 escort) and YOOOOooooUuuuuu
What| Murdoc is new to the whole escort thing, drinking sounds like a good idea.
Where| Wherever drinking can be done
When| Backdated prior to the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| None yet, but there's always the potential.
So, things hadn't gotten off to the blindingly brilliant start Murdoc had pictured. Sybille's district had emerged victorious and it was enough to break his spoilt heart. While he's certainly disappointed, he refuses to be dejected about it. Sulking isn't his style, he tells himself as he orders yet another drink. As usual, he's impeccably dressed for no real occasion. He's really not doing much other than babbling at the bartender about the endless possibilities and potential district 4 has.
Of course, the bartender could probably care less. Murdoc is eager to reel in surrounding patrons with the offer of a drink provided generously by him. On the condition that they are, of course, willing to discuss the finer details of the upcoming arena and the other tributes AND are open to suggestions as far as drinks go. In his good opinion, a drink tastes better when it's several years older than you, but it doesn't hurt to buy one that matches your outfit.
If you happen to have a colour coded drink sliding your way, don't be too surprised. At the very least, Murdoc is terrible at being nonchalant. He won't say anything, but he'll keep looking over to make sure it's been noticed. Praise him, damn it.
What| Murdoc is new to the whole escort thing, drinking sounds like a good idea.
Where| Wherever drinking can be done
When| Backdated prior to the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| None yet, but there's always the potential.
So, things hadn't gotten off to the blindingly brilliant start Murdoc had pictured. Sybille's district had emerged victorious and it was enough to break his spoilt heart. While he's certainly disappointed, he refuses to be dejected about it. Sulking isn't his style, he tells himself as he orders yet another drink. As usual, he's impeccably dressed for no real occasion. He's really not doing much other than babbling at the bartender about the endless possibilities and potential district 4 has.
Of course, the bartender could probably care less. Murdoc is eager to reel in surrounding patrons with the offer of a drink provided generously by him. On the condition that they are, of course, willing to discuss the finer details of the upcoming arena and the other tributes AND are open to suggestions as far as drinks go. In his good opinion, a drink tastes better when it's several years older than you, but it doesn't hurt to buy one that matches your outfit.
If you happen to have a colour coded drink sliding your way, don't be too surprised. At the very least, Murdoc is terrible at being nonchalant. He won't say anything, but he'll keep looking over to make sure it's been noticed. Praise him, damn it.
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"I'd like a bloody mary," he tells the bartender, his hands shaking as he shuffles through his pockets and places a crumpled bill on the counter. Halfway through the process, his elbow accidentally jabs the well-dressed man next to him.
"I'm sorry," he says, a quiet murmur. He uses his body to shift his stool away.
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That is until he's jabbed with one of those skinny elbows, that's enough to inspire interest from Murdoc. He narrows his eyes at him, trying to search for some sign of familiarity before rolling his eyes and giving up.
"No harm done." He responds, taking a long swill of his scotch. "You certainly look like a man who could use a drink."