thecapitol | 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.

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Murdoc isn't going to be alone for very long. He's not going to be praised, unfortunately, but Sybille is in a very good mood so he's not going to be insulted, either.

She slides up next to him, a glass in hand and a smirk on her face. She gives him a once-over, and in the middle of his rambling about District 4, places a hand on his arm. "You're going to embarrass yourself, Donoghue."

Sybille why. Why would you deny him praise when he's so earnest for it? Don't you think he at least deserves it for being so dapper and handsome, he thinks he does.

He gives her a side glance as she slides against him, smiling faintly at her despite being so terribly hurt by her words. He sighs over dramatically, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I don't see any reason to be embarrassed." No, he is not pouting.

Because denying Murdoc is her reason for being, even if he is very dapper.

She scoffs, tucking hair behind her ear. She can see that smile, and he just gets a small quirk of her lips right back.

"You mean the fact that you're talking and nobody's listening to you isn't embarrassing? I guess you're made of stronger stuff than I thought." Yes, good. Fuel her with your pouts.

Maybe it is, but making her stop denying him is his life goal and he won't quit until he's made that happen. And hey, if that just happens to end with her marrying him he guesses he could live with that too.

The quirk of a smile, for now, will have to suffice. Although it only encourages him to smile wider despite being thoroughly insulted in such a cold manner. He's waaaay too used it by now. Clearly she's jealous, even though her district had won.

"I'm not embarrassed." He answers curtly, swilling his drink before sipping it. "Are you disheartened to hear that?"

Your life goals are strange, Murdoc. They don't mesh well with her.

And clearly she needs to step up her game, if he's just going to smile at her.

"I'm never disheartened." Which is a lie, but she's a fan of fake it til you make it. "And I'm sure you'll truly embarrass yourself soon enough."

Let's have a toast for the assholes

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