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With a few drinks on him, and having recovered from the sickness following the poisoning, Dale felt a lot more like his usual self again, thankfully. He didn’t even turn around when he spotted Apricot at the bar he was heading to, actually walked straight for him, leaning up against the bar to order his whiskey, letting their shoulders brush, because he felt braver then usual. “No hubby tonight?” He asked, the word hubby surprising even himself.

The middle aged mentor looked at the seating arrangement, and chuckled softly looking at where he was. Rodrick had been squeezed in at table one as per his request, he wanted to be by acquaintances he actually cared to spend time with.  He did recognize a somewhat familiar name and given that the district four tributes were both dead, Rodrick could actually afford to misbehave a little bit. 

Luca held the cocktail out in front of him, untouched. He hadn’t ordered this cocktail, definitely hadn’t ordered this, but it was handed to him in a rush, and he assumed his beer was handed to someone else. “Anybody own this monstrosity?” He asked, a smirk on his lips. He really just wanted his beer though, thought if he even took one sip of this thing, his teeth would fall out there and then.

Abel was all for the nakedness at the beginning of the night, flaunting his body, people asking about his tattoos, especially the thigh one, but now, towards the end of the night, he was a little cold, and he’d forgotten a jacket. He was huddled in a corner, drinking back an Irish coffee, trying to get the warmth into him, when Lysander appeared. Abel smiled, because he was always nice, nodded out to the party. “It’s a good ball tonight, isn’t it?” He hummed, taking another sip.

Rodrick was walking around the party looking for various people, he had found Ash at the dinner table and would be meeting back up with her at the end of the party. However, until then he had to keep busy... He had actually managed to stay away from most of his annoying fans and horrible sponsors. Eventually running his way into a familiar face;

Rodrick was more or less relieved that dinner was over, now it was time to socialize and mingle as per normal. Drinks and smoking as people wished, with a bar and small garden area... It was strange to see the once quiet space, transformed into a party space for the presidential ball. Rodrick planned on hunting a few people down, before rejoining his acquaintance at a later time. For now, he would need to entertain himself until he got bored, and retired to the back of the room to escape this stupid party...

Luca was drunk. Which was not a thing that usually happened to him. He’d had way too many beers, but they just kept handing bottles to him, once they realised that’s all he’d drink, and the food had come and gone without a chance for him to really indulge, so here he was, swaying as he stepped over to Colette, finally finding her after losing her earlier. “They keep asking for my money” he mumbled into her shoulder, pulling her away from whoever she had been talking to. “I feel like a bank machine” he said with a loud laugh and another pull from the half full bottle in his hands.

“When are you coming into the shop for your tattoo?” Luca asked, sliding up beside Zero, a tiny little bit buzzed from all the beers he drank without any food in his system. “It’ll take a total of ten minutes, so really, anytime is fine”