sex, drugs and rock and roll

[wiredup]

Who| Eddie and Open
What| Recuperating after a hard night.
Where| The Cave at night, district 3's floor and the common area the next day.
When| Spread from one night to the next morning/afternoon
Warnings/Notes| Feel free to jump in anywhere in the post, from the club to the training. Some non-explicit references to being bid on.

It had been a long night of being arm candy, and he needed a drink.

Luckily, it had just been arm candy duty. He knew it could have been far worse, but after the attack, and everything else going on...yeah, he needed a break. A loud, noise, mind numbing break. As soon as the overly dressed and very overly scented Capitol woman had been escorted home, he sought out the dig closest to her home, ending up at The Cave. It was a little too full of try hard Capitol kids, but it was loud, and after a few drinks, Eddie was busy being mindlessly social, bouncing into people, grabbing any cute girls (or boy) for a quick dance, and generally ignoring everything clinging onto the back of his mind.

As the night wore on, he found his way "home", and into his own stash of morphling. Which made his 10 am wake up call just beautiful. He spent most of what was left at the morning varying between hating the avox who woke him up, and feeling guilty he was being such an ass to some poor avox that had just done exactly what he has asked of them.

But the arena was soon, ans he should really at least pretend he was being a mentor. After grumping around the district 3 suites for whoever he could find there, he set out to find his herd in the rest of the building.

Comments

[dividedgirlofmine]

The woman rolling up to Eddie now isn't exactly one of his, but she's definitely curious as to his state of being.

"Long night, sugar?"

[wiredup]

Ah yes, not like she wasn't exactly the beautiful woman on his mind that he had been trying desperately to escape from most of last night. Generally he'd feel a little silly being so wrapped up in a woman after one meeting, but he felt being told that you were someone's dead husband, well, it was fair to be a little preoccupied with them.

And whatever discomfort the thought left running through him, he still couldn't keep a grin off his tired face as he saw her.

"You know, party all night, work all day."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Well, I s'pose you are up for work, even if you do look like you've been hit by a freight train," Susannah observes. "Ever thought about taking a night off?"

She smiles up at him, although the smile can't quite hide the worry she feels for him. She hopes this Eddie isn't doing heroin, that that particular monkey hasn't found its way on his back, but he does look pretty strung out right now.

Eddie--like Cuthbert and Harley--is one of the few bright points of this whole sad and sordid experience.

[wiredup]

"I can't exactly call in sick."

Though he wished he could. Being in the Capitol was already wearing him down, and it didn't look like there was any end in sight. At least not any time soon.

"Is your mentor taking care of you?"

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Partyin' is what's generally known as a leisure activity, Eddie," she replies, rolling her eyes a little. "Not a job. You shouldn't have to call in sick. And yeah, they're treating me all right in Dee Ten. No better or worse than any of the others."

Of course, her district mates also included quite a few Oriental types and a gent made out of rocks, so it wasn't like she was drowning in a sea of whiteness either. She's not exactly the most 'out there' person on her floor.

[wiredup]

"I'm not gonna ditch the fun part." He said with a grin, before shaking his head. "Plus, around here, partying is serious business. How do you think we get you guys sittin' pretty in the arena?"

Maybe a poor choice of words, but Eddie was hoping that wouldn't be called. He was really doing awful at this.

"I'm glad. There's good people in 10."

The Cave

[wantwhatiwant]

As usual by half way through the night Ian had no idea where he was. The Capitol didn't seem all that confusing in the day but at night, where he was taken to a party, didn't have time to get his bearings, and ended up going to a string of clubs... He usually ended up lost and just had to hope he hadn't lost those he had came with.

He liked this place though, it was dark, it was loud and it was slightly less pretentious than the other places he ended up.

Alright so it was a different kind of pretentious, the music made up for it though. He was just past pleasantly drunk and was pretty happy to be dragged to the dance floor. This kind of dancing he could actually manage.

[wiredup]

He was pretty sure the young man he was grabbing was one of the new tributes.

He was also pretty sure right now he didn't care too much. He loop his arm around the boy, nearly dragging him out to the dance floor.

"You look like you need a break, kiddo." He said, flashing a wide grin. He should probably get out of the habit of calling people around his age kiddo. But this one looked at least a bit younger.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Who you calling kiddo?" Ian called back though he grinned as well, he still hadn't gotten round to checking the legal drinking age of the capitol and so far it seemed no one cared anyways so it didn't matter, it wasn't like he had to pretend to be older.

It took him a few moments to get into the rhythmn of the dance with people jostling him from every side.

[wiredup]

"Have you won yet? I'm your senior then, regardless of age."

He had to talk loud, to be heard over the music, but that was part of the appeal, wasn't it.

"You're one of the Tributes, right?"

Because he's feel like an asshole if this was just some Capitol citizen. But he didn't seem like it.

[wantwhatiwant]

He looked up at him, this guy was a mentor? He nodded, "Yeah. That a problem?"

[carnagecarnival]

With a bit of red chalk clutched in hand, Eddie's not the only with a search on for someone. He's searched this floor and that, he doesn't understand where else there could be for her to go? His robes swish as he trudges his way around with decreasing patience. If they'd let him keep his voodoo this wouldn't even be a problem, he could find anyone he wanted, easily. But of course that couldn't be.

When finally, he walks into district three for the third time to find this one instead of the one he was looking for, he gives up and makes his way up him.

"AY, YOU! You a motherfucking tribute up in three here, brother?"

[wiredup]

Yelling and strung-out hangovers didn't go well together. Eddie flinched at the loud troll, before scowling up at him.

"You mind taking it down a few octaves, buddy." He said, rubbing the bridge of is nose as he looked over at the other man.

It was too early for this shit. It was barely noon.

[carnagecarnival]

He huffs, "CAN'T. Voodoo marked up upon his voice and scarred permanent. ONLY WAY WHAT ALL HE CAN MAKE LIKE TO SPEAK." For all that he does seem to try. His vocal fluctuations shifting from the shout-to-normal scale on closer to loud-to-near-whispering. He's not pleased to admit as much, but at this point, he's well used to people asking. Or rather, getting unnerved by it.

Unfortunate about and for that hangover, it is.

[wiredup]

Of course he couldn't. Eddie looked to the heavens for a moment, before shuffling over. It wasn't this guys fault someone fucked up his voice. From the sounds of it. He was pretty sure.

Whatever.

"I haven't been a tribute for awhile, but I'm district 3, yeah. What's up."

[carnagecarnival]

Someone being himself. Overusing power did things to a troll.

The initiate glances upward himself, but sees nothing of note. It was exasperation then. Well, the issue hadn't been pressed. He can't say he's not grateful for that. Messiahs bless.

"You're all like to be a victor, then? MENTORING MOTHERFUCKERS? He's looking at for another tribute. A GIRL WHAT ALL GETS ABOUT HERE. The smaller of two teals what all be having pointed horns. YOU GOT GANDER AT OF HER BEING AROUND?"

[splendid_roman]

By the time Eddie got up Ian was up and eating breakfast. It was a big breakfast - he was not going to starve to death in the next arena quite so quickly. He looked up when Eddie came through. "Morning," he said, smiling, ignoring the fact that Eddie didn't look so happy about it.

[wiredup]

The first response Ian got was a grumbling, grunting sound as Eddie shuffled to the coffee and poured himself a warm cup. After dumping enough sugar and milk in it to make it drinkable, he started in on it.

Finally, when he had a few sips down him, he sank down across from Ian, looking at least some what more alert.

"Morning." He squinted, forcing his protesting brain to filter through who should be hanging around in 3. "Ian, right?"

[splendid_roman]

He nodded. "And you're Eddie." He could understand the need for coffee in the mornings, although at the moment he was finding food worked just as well.

"How are things going?" he asked. "I imagine this is probably your busiest time."

[wiredup]

"Yeah. This is my first round, with you all. It's...different."

If Eddie knew what this arena has in store for him, he sure as hell wouldn't be out partying late at night. But as he didn't, well, here he was. Spending his energy dutifully exploring the fine line between getting sponsors and escaping reality.

"How are you doing? Feelin' ready?"

[splendid_roman]

He shrugged. "I don't think it matters much." He wasn't going to say out loud that he wasn't intending to fight, or do much else in this arena. "But it'll take me longer to starve to death, if I don't get killed in the meantime."

[tis_allgood]

Cuthbert is usually up obnoxiously early and the state of his mentor is a curiosity but hardly a worry. It is worth a few curious pokes though, if Eddie was out getting up to something fun last night Cuthbert wanted to know what it was. Who knows when he might want to get involved in some of that fun himself someday?

"Had I not seen the cat already this morning I would have assumed she dragged thee in here just now. What were you getting up to and how can I join in?"

[wiredup]

"Just out making trouble, taking na-" His word was broken by a ragged yawn, which he hardly bothered to cover.

"Taking names." He looked over at Bert with a lop sided, tired little smirk. "I'm sure they wouldn't object to you tagging along next time."

He had a feeling Bert could play this game well. Walk the line well. He had since he meet him at the auction.

[tis_allgood]

"Then by all means I shall tag. There's precious little fun to be had here unless you enjoy being starved and pitted against your peers and I'll take what I can."

Cuthbert was getting better and better at reading social situations in the Capitol, and he was finally feeling like he could successfully be out in it without causing trouble. Well, without causing more trouble than he could handle.

In consideration of Eddie's apparent condition Cuthbert kept his voice quiet and didn't make any sudden gestures. There was little more he can do to help, though, so he would settle for staying out of his mentor's way.

[wiredup]

"Then you, my friend, are not looking in the right places. The Capitol...they have many flaws, but not knowing how to have mindless and moral free hedonistic fun is not one of them."

He gave a strained sorta smile, the kind that said 'it is what it is.' Which pretty much summed up the Capitol. If you can't fight them, join them. At least take them for what they worth.