ᴡʜᴏ: SOLEIL FLEMING & FINNICK ODAIR ( @gcdeater ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, BAR ᴡʜᴇɴ: POST-TRIBUTE INTERVIEWS
Were they not the one in charge of securing sponsors for Ampere and Finch, Soleil would have thoroughly enjoyed the shit they'd both managed to pull on stage this evening. Apparently, she'd rubbed off on her former mentors more than she'd thought. Unfortunately, however, their brazenness has set Soleil's strategy ( get money ) a few steps back.
The few sponsors they'd attempted to speak to at this half-hearted after party had been fairly reluctant to fork over their hard-earned dollars to a pair of victors who seemed hellbent on getting themselves killed before the countdown even began. Plus, Soleil's own shiny personality wasn't working, no matter how much she tried to sugarcoat her vitriol with forced smiles.
They decide to take a break from the schmooze-fest after one too many unsuccessful encounters and throw themself backwards into one of the chairs by the bar, letting out a far too loud sigh. It is only after a few minutes of sitting alone and rubbing their eyes that Soleil notices they have company. "Odair," They greet, slumping forward in the seat and eyeing the older victor. "Your interview was good. At least, I'm assuming. I didn't watch." They shrug, "Can't imagine it was the worst of the evening though."