Honestly (Now open, party crashers welcome)

Brigit tilted her head some more, the weights inside the earrings adjusting volume and direction to the specific movements. She thought she had caught on to a conversation worth note, something not about the three of them , when the youngest Jam came strolling up. Brigit watched the unfolding events with an acceptable amount of neutrality, amusement, and annoyance, for her standing.

Neutrality to hide what she was actually thinking which was already split between what was in front of her and the whispered conversation that didn't stop for the new turn of events. Amusement because she was expected to act like the little b*tch she pretended to be. Most the annoyance went toward Cauger (youngest of the Jams according to her father) even though he hadn't heard her her act was extremely annoyed that his actions had gone against her words.

She was the hostess after all, they where expected to give her some respect. As guest she supposed she was expected to do the same for then but young Cauger had been anything but a proper guest. She her shell showed the utmost annoyance toward the boys rash actions.

Of course behind that mask Brigit was enjoying the fact that something that could potentially ruin this party (in the eyes of her father anyway) was happening. Of course the fact that it was at this poor clumsy boys expense made it so she didn't even have to hide the amusement she only barley felt.

"Mr. Jam young Rockshaw did in fact trip. There is no harm done to your daughter, I have even offered to replace the dress with one of my own. Of course she declined being a strong enough will to not be bothered by such minor things. Anyway I don't think there's any necessary action left to take seeing as your son already attempted his own form of punishment toward him."

There the perfect high class response filled with subtle compliments and insults. Praising Pystan and even pointing out her brother's miss-step. None of this directly of course, after all liars should never talk straight.

Up to this point, Pystan had tried to remain calm despite the ever-going gossips detailing the accident. There was no prominent way to curtail out of the public domain's attention; and, though she loved having the world center on her, the chitchat was negative and garnered displeasing reception for her family. Young boys to punching, a drunken father enraged, a daughter's garment torn to rags from the hip down. Showcase of the average high-posh party turned into ridicule and humiliating focus. Any Career family could not afford having anything tarnish their reputation before the Hunger Games reaping; yet, in one party, much shame was brought upon one blond group and remained lingering in the party-goers' voices.

Whilst choking down the embarrassment, the same blond boy that gave an aftermath akin to heart failure now had the seeming determination to downright insult the Jam's. Her mind - clouded by diffusing the situation - was now storming. Pystan at first took great insult from the comment, then she had clenched her fists and snarled. Young master Cauger had actually refrained from reflecting her own embitterment, instead actually taking a few steps back towards Brigit, wary-eyed.

"After presenting much shame to us, you then think it's okay to say something about how I talk?" Pystan glared a green fire. "For your information, I generally just like to talk. It doesn't matter if I'm nervous or whatnot." The girl stabbed fingers in Julian's chest, losing her composure. "This party is a social event! Is there something wrong with being talkative in these sorts of things? And nervous? You gave me the thing making me nervous! Can I help that I'm trying to push down my embarrassment in front of these people?!"

People lost interest in talking and stared at the scene. In the meanwhile, Cauger had turned to his parents, who were reciprocating their own confusion but, also, clandestine disappointment. Their father had apparently regained some soberness, for his brows remained relaxed and cool. Though he found this deserving for someone who was doing wrong to his sister, the two forces between retaining high favor to the Jam family and supporting his sister was agonizing. He stood there and waited for his own answer.

Pystan was nowhere going to be calm, jabbing more fingers. "You soiled everything! I forgave you for that accident, yet now this? Inexcusable! You had no right, Mr. Julian Rockshaw, and I am taking back forgiving you!" Huffing and puffing air, she had to catch her breath, taking in deep amounts of air in and out. She was blind to the subjects between others' conversations, further ignorant of any damage caused to her family. Having dramatized the entire situation and furthering going to pile on unnecessary tension, she said further, "Perhaps the Jam family won't be needing anything from the Rockshaw corporation from further on. We don't need to deal with impertinent people!"

Further enraged, Pystan stomped away from the scene, not having to say a word to the parting people. Her father caught her by the shoulder, and she shrugged his touch off, stern-faced. Gaining popularity, receiving Miss Switch's trust, nothing was important as of the moment. Hot rage pumped from the heart, and not even someone like Cauger could settle that easily. Many colored eyes watched the blond girl storm out, she remaining ignorant to everyone and everything. To emphasize the frustration, Pystan shoved the doors open, forcing them to bang against the walls. The outside was pleasant, not complementing well with her distorted vision.

Cauger sighed and blinked. "Nice going there, idiot." The situation had taken the boy by surprise, sapping away earlier childish dislike.

Brigit immediately regrets her decision to pass on the responsibility to calm the situation to the young Jams. Then again she was pretty sure Pystan was beyond subtle glances and twisted words at this point. Her voice increases in volume as she responds to the insults issued by Julian. Within seconds she's even blocking out the conversation from Brigit's earing. Or maybe even their attention has been drawn by the verbal lashing.

Pystan goes on for a while until she seems to hit the worst insult for Julian, loss of business. Then she leaves. So now this boy has not only damaged his own standing but Brigit's, she needed this day to get an in with the Jam family. After all the two closet to her age might not live to see their second decade. Not to mention she didn't particularly hate Pystan, it would have been nice to have a proper conversation with her.

Julian just had to ruin all the though, with his awkwardness and bad luck. If only this wasn't Brigit acting as Miss. Switch. Normally Brigit would forgive Julian, and deep down she felt a pang of pity at his beg for help. Miss. Switch is not entirely kind though, she is closer to the rhyme her name produces.

"Perhaps it is best if you take your leave as well young Rockshaw" says Brigit in an icy tone "in fact I would have to insist on it"

Brigit lifts her chin and leaves Julian she hopes for his sake that he does as she says, because perhaps she had been cold, but her father would have been much more ruthless. She's quite sure he'll consider removing his association from the Rockshaws after this, he would have to weigh their value against the Jams first though.

Brigit Stops mid-step when she sees the crowd is still focused on her and Julian.

"Really now there are much more interesting things to be found at this gathering then a teen-aged squabble, I would suggest the art Mr. Dol brought from The Capitol personally. It's much more civilized form of entertainment that would suit all of you much better I'm sure"

Not her best damage control but most the party goers have gotten themselves drunk enough that they probably won't put too much thought into it, and those who aren't are happy enough to continue gossiping rather then openly stare at Brigit (and probably Julian) which is all she wants anyway.

Gentleness was instilled in the sunshine. Brushing all spots of skin on her, Pystan lowered her head to the normal level and stood there, still, embracing the natural warmth. She almost felt a smile crawling on, the feeling of niceness gush from the heart. Being one with nature was an overall pleasant experience, a detoxification of all that was wrong. There was no concern for any wandering eyes that rested on the Career girl as she basked in the light. Most - if not all - knew the blond sixteen-year old female; it was just one of her quirks.

All the serenity of the scene passed by in a breeze. Green orbs promptly exposed themselves as a familiar, male voice crashed in. Disruption of flow, intrusion of calmness, Pystan did not give attention to the being. She would not show the figure her prominent displeasure of meeting them. An icy aura surrounded the girl, heavily contrasting the brightness and calidity of the surroundings. Darkness appeared to get injected in the atmosphere.

Standing there, Pystan restarted the habit of clenching and relaxing hands. Tense energy exited through the fingertips. Eventual silence came between them, and the footsteps killed the small period of quietness. Pystan finally turned to watch Julian take his leave. Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed tight in sharp depression, an overall stiffness in posture. No real contempt or disgust in the face, but she was not in any mood to have pleasantries exchanged or past mistakes forgiven upon a finger snap.

"You may have been nervous, but are you really going to leave an apology like that? Something so worthless?" Pystan put her hands on her sides, and she followed the action up with a deep exhalation of heavy air. "I'm not going to drop my threat unless you can make it up better than that." She lowered the eyes to a sneering look, a playful glance. "Careers are not people to mess with." Melodramatic tone was injected. "You hurt my feelings, you brute! Made me flush in rage! Not go along with that threat? I could have done more than just that, you know!" The girl stopped and twitched a frown. "Just saying: Why don't you try doing something that really says your sorry? Words mean nothing to me right now, Julian."

She left everything at that, a brow raised in suspicion. He'll learn at least two things: Don't mess with the Jams', and how to deal with 'pretty girls' better. It's the least I can do.