Of Whines and Wines [Riordan/Ronnie]

Of Whines and Wines [Riordan/Ronnie] Feb 4, 2017 20:58:26 GMT -5

Post by Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom] on Feb 4, 2017 20:58:26 GMT -5

r i o r d a n e i n f a l l e n

He's drank it all. The exquisite and the cheap alcohol. Beer was his favorite. Always had been and always will be. The hard stuff was what made him forget of it all. The death. The despair. The broken dreams. The show that must go on. This was the big finish for him. Drunk upon some wine and shots, exploring the training center, until his inevitable death in the games. A chuckle falls from his lips as he imagines it all. Wine bottle in hand, he roams the floors that belong to so many tributes. Numbers of people who he would soon forget when one of them cut him to pieces, tear his head off his shoulders, or any number of deaths. It'd be painful and a deserving punishment of a man who no longer had a reason to live, only a reason to die. Death's beautiful grasp with his heart as he pulls the throbbing organ out of his chest.

The number four is plastered somewhere in the hall. At least that's what he thinks. Leon wouldn't mind a visitor, right? Either way he was gonna explore the floors, until he runs into a warm body. Comforting, but quite cold for what Riordan wanted. There wasn't a sign of what he wanted upon the person. No gorgeous eyes like her. No long hair that falls down the shoulders, only short hair that looks soft. His hands threaten to move to them, that is until he realizes it's a guy. Rammie Chain or something of the sort. A smile pulls at his lips as the alcohol in his veins runs through his body. Words tumble out like they are unknown to the world.

"mmmm Hello Rammie Chain. I'm borrred! Hang out with me."

Face still within the chest of Rammie Chain. Alcohol pumping him with no sorrows, only joy as he laughs quietly to himself. Memories long gone. Only a ring sits upon his finger itching to remind Riordan of where he is and what he's doing. Lost to the bottle that supplies him the energy to forget it all. Death's grasp nowhere near him in that moment. If he was to die there, he'd be alright. Rammie Chain could do it and Riordan Einfallen would fall into a bliss that wasn't filled with sorrow filled dreams. He's still living for now, upon a tightrope that if he falls into will tear him to shreds, breaking bones and skin. The wine bottle in his hand is nice. The warmth of the chest in front of him is nice. Girls were nice and all, but with alcohol in him, guys were just much warmer and seemed comfier. At least to him. He wasn't gay.

Of Whines and Wines [Riordan/Ronnie] Feb 5, 2017 11:16:59 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 5, 2017 11:16:59 GMT -5

”Six steps to immunity. It is just a list of foods, avocado, what the fuck is an avocado?” His eyes prance towards the avox pinned against the wall, a perfect decoration to the room in Ronnie’s opinion. The silence that always follows his questions to this particular avox commences, he just shakes his head and turns a page. ”Keeping active in bed – for over 50’s. Oh gross, are they really still at it at that age over here?” His attention draws back to the avox, a smile lifting itself on his lips. ”Yes, I totally agree.” He tosses the magazine onto the table surface, Capitol sex tips growing as tediously boring as they sound to him. The text unreadable to him and he can only admire the over the top images once. Bored.

Floor four,it is filled with mundane inhabitants for him, only Leon Krigel was of any interest and well, acquiring free time with dead Henrietta would be easier than with him. Thank the lord the other Districts contain more favourable folk, he’d be bouncing off all the walls if it were not for their presence.

A decanter sits centre stage of the table surface in front of him; the hard liquor contained inside of it craves his attention. Two glasses accompany it and so he fills them both, escorting the other to the trophy avox. ”Take this and of course, don’t tell anyone.” He flashes a wink to the male, pushing the glass into his hand despite the reluctance. ”Go on; pour it down your throat.” Ronnie knocks it back first, taking the lead in the little game that is unravelling. The avox quickly follows, their face screwing up due to the strength. ”Oh, you are soft.” Ronnie pulls the glass from the avox, spinning around with the intention to fill it up again.

A face that does not belong in this floor enters, the face only being strange to him due to its sexual appeal. It is that District Six Ronnie. The voice really does know his taste.

"mmmm Hello Rammie Chain. I'm borrred! Hang out with me." Ronnie looks behind, in search of this Rammie, but of course the signs of intoxication are right there as the male from Six plants his face into Ronnie’s chest. They have never been this willing before.

Peering to the glasses in his hand, Ronnie edges slightly closer to the male, wishing to cure him of boredom. ”Rammie is here to help, maybe a drop more of the hard stuff?” He steps back, revealing the two empty glasses in his hand before directing his look towards the decanter on the table. ”It’s a strong Capitol whiskey.”