Marcellus loved a good party, and today was one of the best parties he’d ever been invited to, especially for his socialite status and work status.
The biggest party before the Hunger Games had begun, and here he was! Ah, Marcellus was so happy, especially since he was District 4’s escort this year and honestly, they were going to be a big deal.
All the Careers were a big deal, of course, but from the balcony where he was standing with his other Capitolite friends, and he could see the lovely District 4’s all making themselves pretty well known.
Jaqueline, or Fish as he seemed to want to be called for some god awful reason that Marcellus couldn’t figure out, was busy chatting up the little nobody from District 5 and then eventually the boy from District 2 showed up and then it basically turned into one of those TV shows he so enjoyed watching. Romantic and sappy and sexy. Aw, young people engaging in sexual conquests. Beautiful.
Then, of course, Ashley showed up and headed straight to the female careers from 2 and 1. She looked absolutely delightful, for one, and was always quite stunning, but on top of that she was just- she was just cute. I mean, there was definitely a killer in there, but she was so cute. The Capitol was going to adore them both, and he was going to make sure they had all the sponsors they needed.
“You see the District 4 tributes?” Marcellus asked as he nudged Charlotte, who was standing next to him. “They’re the ones you’re gonna want to put your money on, and if they can’t convince you, then I’m going to make sure I do.”
Marcellus was very convincing, and since he wanted to eventually get a promotion to be the escort for District 1, he was going to make sure his tributes got lots of sponsors and as much support as possible. He smirked to himself as he thought about how little the other escorts seemed to be doing for their own tributes, and also how annoying the rest of the tributes were.
I mean, District 1 and 2 were fine, of course, but the other ones. Ick. Not suitable or fab, at all.
And just as he was thinking that, a bunch of the tributes from the lower districts showed up on the balcony. What the actual hell. Marcellus put on a fake smile and then quickly excused himself. He had better things to do than stand near the kids that were sticky from having punch thrown on them, and he wanted to say a quick goodbye to his lovely tributes before he headed out for the evening- ah, but Fish was likely busy with 2, and Ashley was still with the other cute lesbians. Ah, well. Maybe he’d talk to them tomorrow. He’d gushed about them enough for tonight.
Marcellus was busy, anyway. He had two friends with benefits waiting for him at his penthouse, and he wasn’t exactly going to make them wait for too long before showing up. He didn’t want them to get started without him, and he also had to make sure they sponsored his tributes. He couldn’t help that he mixed work and play sometimes.
He waved a quick goodbye to the mentors, who were all too grumpy for his taste honestly, and then he looked fondly at Andre Henderson, who was a big deal, and he was the father of Silvain Henderson who was probably one of the hottest in Marcellus’s book (He couldn't count how many times he'd dreamed about him, whoops), and finally he was off.
An evening well spent.