#chat:cade

[jade-byrd]

"What's a girl got to do to get a sneaky drink around here?" Jade asked as she slid up to the bar and sat herself on a stool, trying her best to look inconspicoous, because even for her, someone who got a lot of attention even before she volunteered, it was all a bit much.

"Or even just a glass of something to make it look like I'm meant to be here" she flashed her pearly white smile and hoped for the best.

@cade-bentley

[rush--knox]

"Did you know drinking alcohol was bad for you?" Rush asked as Cade approached the smoking area. He'd drank a few beers himself despite the fact, and now he was obsessing, tipsy and rambling.

"I never knew it, and everyone does it-- you sell it, don't you?" he pointed out, taking a deep drag of the cigarette, unaware of the irony of that act as well, truly oblivious to so much still, even years after he'd left his sheltered existence.

@cade-bentley

[jade-byrd]

"I know what a bar is" Ezra said in monotone, never appreciated being made fun of. "I just thought maybe since this is a tower full of training tributes, you might have something healthier than that on the menu" he explained then. "I'll take a water"

He blinked, confused by the request, then let out a dry, amused laugh. "What? No, the only thing we shake here are cocktails. Surely they've got bars where you're from if we've got 'em in Six." He couldn't place him exactly, but he did remember the face as one of the Careers'.

[abel-evans]

“Cade. You’re a stylist, right?” Abel asked as he swooped up beside him at the bar, a drunken grin sat on his lips. “What do you think?” He asked, stepping back slightly so Cade could get a good look at his outfit, cocking a leg for extra emphasis. “Did I do alright?”

@cadebentley​

[dale-winter]

Someone had knocked Dale’s drink from his hand and it tumbled onto the floor, the liquid splashing onto his shoes, so you can only imagine how sour his face was when he looked back up. “Do you work here?“ he asked the person in front of him, unsure if it had been him that had been the cause of the spillage in the first place. “I’ll need a new one of those” he said, nodding to the glass that was rolling across the ground.

@cadebentley​

[cassidy-grace-hixon]

cade-gallant liked your photo

See something you like, handsome?

[abel--evans]

Abel slumped deeper into the cold metal even though it didn’t seem possible. “Boo you” he whined, but Cade was right, he didn’t know how he was going to peel himself away from here. “Have an espresso martini ready for me at 2:05— please”

"True" Abel smiled. "I don't even really want a coffee" he admitted, looking towards the ever growing queue he was yet to join. "You got the keys to the bar?" he tried then, raising a brow and putting on his best puppy dog face.

[jade-byrd]

Fitz was hiding, something he did a lot, but especially since he’d arrived here. His team hated him for it, but he needed the solace every once in a while. It seemed whenever he did find somewhere to be alone, it didn’t last long, and it was no different now, as he heard the closet door creak opened.

“A mop? Sweeping brush?” He asked, looking around the small cleaning closet he’d tucked himself into.

@cade-bentley

[abel-evans]

Abel slid up next to Cade in what he assumed was a graceful move, but really, he’d spilled some of the liquid from his glass onto the floor, and a curl had gone astray and was now hanging down the middle of his forehead. “I hear you were in my house” he smirked, wondering just what Cade and Everett had gotten up to.

@cadebentley​

[abel-evans]

There were very few faces he didn’t recognise these days, everyone seemed to be an antique around here at this stage, so when he brushed shoulders with a guy on his way out of the men’s room, he turned to apologise, flash his usual smile and maybe get into some small talk, assuming he’d just know who it was at a glance. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion when he didn’t recognise the face, and he had to physically shake his head to remind himself that he was frowning, before he turned it into a smile. “Sorry, didn’t see you there” he hummed, leaning out to pat the other person’s shoulder as an apology. “You’re new?” He asked then, moving from side to side to keep warm without any clothes to protect him from the light chill of a summers night.

@cadebentley​

[abel--evans]

Abel swallowed the memory of the heavy metal handcuff that almost took his life, and laughed at Cade's poorly thought out joke. "My arena outfit is in there too, I've never been though, gives me a weird vibe even thinking of it, were you thinking about going?"

"Which ones, the Arena or fuzzy variety?" he joked, although he did feel a little bad as soon as it left his mouth and winced visibly. He remembered Abel's Games, and while he'd always had a decent time when the Games rolled around before... everything happened, there had been moments in his Arena that had even tested Cade's stomach. It seemed to be one of those Games that the Capitol had taken a step back from that level of intensity-- they still had to be fun to the Capitol, after all.

[abel-evans]

Drunk in the middle of the day, that was Abel’s usual routine once he didn’t have to take care of his daughter. Today was one of those days, he was half a bottle deep and in that everything is funny stage. 

“Did you see the tributes just floating?” he asked in the midst of his laughter. “I’d love to try floating, would you?”

@caduceus-matos​

[cassidy-grace-hixon]

cade-gallant replied to your photo

The window seat’s not bad, hm?

Not bad in the least. Aside from the view from the roof, it's the best view i've seen of the city here. 

[cassidy-grace-hixon]

cade-gallant replied to your photo

Every time you stop counting, we start over.

Yeah...I dare you to try a stunt like that and see just where it gets you. 

[abel--evans]

Abel clinked the small glass off Cade's with a smile and knocked it back, enjoying the burn in his throat a little more than he should. "How did you and Ev get on during the break? Tell me all the dirty details, I need a distraction"

He was sorry, so he supposed he'd indulge Abel in whatever way he chose. He poured out a drink for both of them, then rounded the bar to sit next to him-- like a friend, rather than a bartender. Nobody was around anyway. "Here's to... I don't know, some sort of fuckin' miracle," he toasted, glass held high between him and Abel.

[abel--evans]

Abel scanned the bottles. "Gold is a good colour, isn't it?" he nodded to the top shelf, expensive, but what did it matter? He had money to burn and nothing better to do with it.

"Stronger like what?" he asked, gesturing vaguely to the veritable wealth of gleaming bottles stacked to the ceiling on the shelves behind him. "You've got a hell of a selection to pick from. Do you want to give me a... color, at least?"