Nothing to Gain // [ 67th Gamemakers ]

Cadence Fortissimo

As far as parties went, Cadence supposed that the one she was at was tolerable. It was supposed to be in honor of the sixty-seventh gamemakers, namely Glamour Kincade and herself, but she knew the real reason most of her fellow capitolites were there. Any port in a storm the phrase went, or perhaps any excuse to get roaring wasted. The lot of it was useless frivolity in her mind and so rather than subject herself to deflecting unwanted amorous advances on the dance floor, or grimace her way through dreary small talk at the buffet line, Cadence had chosen to take a small table by a window and think. Small, tight lipped smiles and careful glares kept most of the rabble away, but her appearance had something to do with it as well.

As far as Capitol standards went, she was rather...reserved. No color in her pinned up hair. Simple black eyeliner to accentuate the cold emerald eyes, light blush on her cheeks and pink lipstick. Her clothes were far from the usual fare as well, as they had a distinct lack of glitter, bells, whistles, and whatever the hell else was currently in style. No, Cadence wore a simple blouse and skirt combo and a single string of pearls around her neck, complete with a pair of modest heels. As far as she was concerned, this night was for business, not pleasure and she was loathe to mix the two. Which made her an oddity in the Capitol, but she was far from the only person that thought that way.

Unlike her erstwhile partner, who she had pegged moving around the area as soon as he had entered. She lost sight of him a few times, but every time he surfaced, she could see a drink in his hand. Rolling her eyes in disdain, she reached into her purse and drew out a meal bar, devouring it in four bites. Great little thing for people on a strict dietary regimen without the time to wait for an avox to make something for them. But Cadence preferred to cook her own food. Zero chance of getting poisoned that way.

She might have risen to the rank of gamemaker, but the loftiest positions were often the most precarious, and she had no desire to wind up missing. She had earned this. Of course, not everyone felt that way. Glamour wound his way through the crowd and found his way to her. Not for a single second did she take her eyes off of him. Not out of aesthetic appreciation, but for mental evaluation. It was her opinion that her fellow gamemaker was among those that viewed the annual hunger games as a...well game, as opposed to enjoying the intricacies of putting plans into action.

He offered her a sip of his drink and her first thought was that the lipstick smear was tainted, but seeing the look in his eyes, she quickly banished the thought. Pursing her lips in disdain, Cadence sat back in her chair and steepled her fingers together. "I don't partake of alchoholic beverages Mr.Kincade. I prefer my senses sharp at all times." She let the words hang in the air for a moment before steamrolling along. "That being said, the only thing I plan on sharing with you is any information pertaining to the games, and certainly not here out in the open where any empty headed floozy with loose lips can spread rumors faster than her legs."

Smoothing out the wrapper of her meal bar, Cadence proceeded to fold it over three times until it was a small square and placed it back in her purse. She was uncertain as to whether Glamour could be trifled with yet, but she had heard through the grapevine that he might have been displeased with her. It was best to make her stance clear. "Of course," she continued with a note of derision in her voice, "I'm sure there are a variety of other subjects you'd be thrilled to discuss with me."