The air was humming with conversation and none of it the least bit entertaining. Not to Otto’s sensibilities anyway. He was most unfortunately sober at the moment, having thought it in poor taste to be wasted so early in the evening, but the way things were going he supposed he’d be pleasantly intoxicated in due time. Not so much to enhance the party so much as to dim his senses enough to actually make it tolerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t recognize the faces here, there were certainly plenty of people to talk to, but being as well versed in the social landscape as he was, Otto knew there was no one there that would hold his interest for more than a few minutes.
Of all the days his brain had decided to give him a reasonable attention span it had to be today?
Heading over to one of the bars, intentionally avoiding eye contact with the avox that stood behind it and grabbing a few interesting looking bits of food from one of the tables, the man decided he’d had enough of just sitting around. It was time to get mashed and hope to not remember this forced socialization in the morning.
However, his unholy mission was cut short by a sudden and familiar sound. A laugh that most anyone in Panem would recognize but that struck a particular chord in his memory. Otto stopped dead in his tracks and turned his to see none other than Caesar Flicker man working his usual charm with other guests. Well, it would seem this party did have some real people of interest after all. Digging his teeth into his tongue he considered forgetting he’d seen the other man and continuing with his initial plan, but to be quite honest he wasn’t particularly dead set on his previous venture. What harm could there be in bringing up a bit of nostalgia?
"Ah, if it isn't Mr. Flickerman," he greeted as he made his way over to the man, sizing him up silently. He was sure the man wouldn't recognize him. The last time he'd seen him he'd been a sour-faced teenager the last time he'd actually seen him face to face, having been tagging along with his father on some project. He was still a bit of a grump, but he was no longer a teenager. "How lovely to see you here."
