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[rockstark]

WHAT: It's a party at a rich dude's house!
WHEN: Sometime after Avengers, but spoilers can be avoided on request - just make a note in the comment header.
WHO: Tony Stark and YOU! And a bajillion of his closest, drunkest NPC friends.
WHERE: Tony's sweet pad in Malibu.
WHY: This is panfandom, we do what we want. Don't even bother explaining why or how you got here, just SHOW UP AND PARTY. Threadjack at will! Just please regard people's requests for spoiler-free threads, if you can. :D

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Now the party don't start till I walk in

[accidentalrebellion]

[Why is Katniss Everdeen at a Stark party? Don't ask questions. This is panfandom, WE DO WHAT WE WANT.

... Still not convinced? Too bad. The point is, Katniss Everdeen is at a Stark party. Deal with it.

And from the way she's standing in the corner, hands empty, watching the proceedings happening around her with something of a disgusted look on her face (and like she's plotting her escape at the first chance she gets), she's not particularly happy to be here.]

[rockstark]

[wait, a sour face? at HIS party? those are totally not allowed. Tony catches Katniss scowling out of the corner of his eye and cuts off the conversation he's already having, midsentence]

-- scuse me one second. [and just like that, he's making his way over to her, smiling] Hey, how's it going?

[accidentalrebellion]

[She's thinking about trying her luck at a nearby window when something stops her. Or someone, rather. Someone who she can gauge is completely annoying simply by the sound of his voice, even before she turns around.

The look in her eyes when she does makes that sentiment pretty obvious.]

[rockstark]

Not a good night. Right. Good thing you're here, we can fix that. I don't believe in bad nights. [he smiles] Lemme get you a daiquiri or something.

[accidentalrebellion]

[Nope, not budging, Mr. Stark. Those little judgmental eyes are on you forever. Because there's something there, something she can't quite put her finger on, that reminds her of Caesar Flickerman. The Capitol.

Everything about this wants to send her flying in the opposite direction.]

I don't drink. [... Not to mention, the memory of being hungover that morning after that impulsive drinking session with Haymitch is still entirely too fresh.]

[rockstark]

No? Straight-edge? Okay, I can roll with that, no problem. What about a virgin one?

[he shrugs.] C'mon, this is a party, you're supposed to be having a good time. ... Where the hell is Banner with that bubble machine, that'd kick this right up into the fun zone.