Annabelle had left early in the morning with her tributes to go downstairs and supervise their training, something Gryffon never would have done. That left the man to stay upstairs with Vinyel, talking about different arena ideas all whilst the escort drowned himself in drinks, which at least made the interaction a little more amusing.

By late in the afternoon, though, Gryffon was beyond bored and restless, and had paced the floor at least a million times. He couldn't go into the training centre since the tributes were all there still, and Annabelle was still in the lounge . . . The man glanced at the dozing Vinyel on the couch and pursed his lips.

Annabelle could mentor, he could just hang out. He was there, after all, right? And he wasn't scared of the woman in the least, he didn't need to stay up there just because she was already there representing District 11.

With a roll of his eyes, he bounded into the elevator and flicked the button to the mentor's lounge. Cute 4 brunette sitting in the corner, but Trace and Finnick were with her, and Kella somewhere nearby. So . . . no, no company there. Dia didn't seem to be anywhere, Anna was in some part of the room talking to Phox . . . Uhg, no one interesting. And actually watching his tributes wasn't an option, so . . . What to do?

His eyes caught a flash of red, then another. And in the opposite direction of Annabelle. Fantastic. Gryffon pivoted toward the two, his hand pulling the drink from Emily's hand before he turned and let himself sit beside the younger boy. "Mind if I cut into this lame-looking date of yours?" Smug and arrogant smirk on, Gryffon figured this could be an interesting enough way to spend the rest of his day.

The male redhead rolled his eyes and with a seemingly unamused tone, answered,"Yeah sure go ahead Sauntor, I know how you like being the center of the universe."

Emily blinked, voiceless, before looking at Gryffon. "I was still drinking that . . . " The woman sighed, "And it wasn't a date . . . " she added as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Good for you," the man commented first to Emily, before throwing the second redhead a sidelong glance. With a smirk, Gryffon mused, "You know me so well, Rose. I'm touched." He leaned back and took of sip of what had been the girl's drink, eyeing the two. "Oh right, you're all, anti-men or someshit. But this is cute. Progress," he continued sarcastically, motioning with the glass toward Emily before tilting it toward Rose.

Emily rolled her eyes and took a seat at the swivel chair. "Abraham's nice," the woman shrugged and raised a hand to the closest avox then retrieved a very fruity looking blended beverage.

With an audibly deep breath, Abraham only added a, "Mmmm."

He chuckled at Emily's comment first, his eyes narrowing. "He's a fucking baby," Gryffon retorted, his tone thoroughly amused as he eyed the boy.

He finished up the drink he had at hand and placed it on the ground beside him only to look back at the two redheads. It was amazing how casual Emily already was around him and the youngest of the three was always just so pissy toward him. "Look at that cute pouty face of his, Em," he sneered, "Don't you just want to pinch his little cheeks?" Gryffon reached over, as if about to do just as he said.

"Don't you fucking touch me Sauntor!" the redhead growled, moving in the opposite direction.

Emily opened her mouth as if to say something, but only closed it at the other redhead's outburst. She seemed uncomfortable. "I would rather not do such a thing," Emily finally said as she kicked Gryffon's knee with her heel.

Gryffon laughed a little, but pulled back. "Really wouldn't want to, anyway. Children are revolting." Plus, going after him just wasn't worth the trouble. He instinctively shifted in place at the feeling of Emily's foot on his leg and scowled. "Bitch," he scoffed at the kick, shooting her an annoyed glance. "And you defending him, still want me to think it isn't a date? You just met the fucking kid."

"Yeah, they are," she raised a brow at Gryffon and kept her thoughtful eyes on him. "Technically," she spat and looked back at the other redhead in his corner of the couch. "I met him before I went into the arena and sometime last year," Emily corrected him.

"I remember last year. You two looked as uncomfortable as he does now," he stated, cocking his head ever so slightly, with that ever-present smirk playing over his lips. "What warmed you up?" An almost sincere-sounding question, but actually being curious as to why she was happily making friends was far too much to ask of him. The question, instead, had an accusing tone, like both redheads had done something wrong by enjoying the other's company.

"I can still hear you, dickbags . . . " Abe muttered under his breath taking another long drink.

And then, as if someone had invited her to the party, a new brunette settled herself right over Abraham's lap with two drinks at hand. "Afternoon ladies and gentlemen," Wren chided with a smile. Fucking hot 69th Victor newbie . . . Despite her throwing herself onto Abraham, she was nice to look at; less of an eye-sore than the redheaded boy.

"You know he's not a couch, right?" Emily asked suddenly, motioning to Abraham with her glass.

Not a couch? So fucking what? Like it mattered to Emily?

"Always a pleasure, Wren," he mused ironically, quirking a brow at her, then at Rose. "Quite a catch you have there. I almost feel bad for her." Except she was just as irritating as the redhead himself.

Wren posed a smile and nodded, "It's always so nice to see you both too." The brunette slid off Abraham's lap, but still sat very close to the man. "I'm so sorry Emily, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable . . . " She then tilted her head toward Abraham and hushed her voice to a loud whisper, a tone that could easily be heard by the whole group, "I wasn't aware we were in the company of a nun."

Abe pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly downing the rest of his drink. He placed it on the ground next to his feet and took the non-umbrellaed drink from Wrens hands. "Fuck off Sauntor. Go play with kids your own age."

Gryffon ignored the redhead, but turned his attention to Emily who finished her drink and curled her lips into a smile, "Well, not everyone can be as loose as you, now can we?" She looked surprised for some reason,

Gryffon had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at Wren's comment, and looked over at Emily. "What an inappropriate nun you are, then," he mused, but the other Victor wasn't wrong, either. The redhead was a prude who seemed to think everything was perverted anyway. Maybe that's why Emily and Abraham got along so well; they both seemed to have their panties in a constant twist.

Without a word, the redhead didn't answer but instead excused herself to go fetch another drink.

Wren rolled her eyes and looked at Gryffon. "Sooo if I'm loose what does that make you?"

He eyed Emily's form for another moment before looking back toward Wren. "Well if I'm not loose like you, then you're going to have to ask her to place me somewhere," Gryffon shrugged in answer. Frankly, he didn't give two shits. Loose, a whore, attractive, a fucking pedophile - he really didn't care what title he was placed under.

Honestly, Gryffon probably cared more about why Emily had just stormed off to the bar, and if he would be able to hold her to her word to get drunk with him around.

"Suddenly into drowning away your anger?" Gryffon commented with a smirk as Emily came back. "Or just proving newbie wrong?"

"Drowning away the annoyance. If I drink, maybe I can drown out her squeaky voice," Emily answered casually, with about as much inconsideration Gryffon usually had when he spoke.

"Why does it matter?" Abraham sighed, "Just drop it."

"Clearly you don't know the girls you're dealing with, Rose," Gryffon chided, watching the two's interaction with a mildly amused look. As if he knew them any better, but one could play along. Emily, anyway, was as stubborn as he was and if she was pissed, she was pissed. How she dealt with that he had yet to see in person. Which, in that case, brought up the drinking and her drunken habits that he was oh-so curious about. "Don't run away now, though. Shit's getting interesting."

"I've met some pretty indecent people these past few years," Emily informed at first as she took a sip, "But she takes the crown and earned herself a piece of cake. If she eats that kind of thing, that is."

"I . . . " Abe huffed in defeat. "Eight, come on. Don't stoop."

"Stoop?" Wren gawked, "Fucking ruuude."

Gryffon choked back a laugh at her comment. Wren and her snide comments took the crown of indecency? And people said he had his head on backward. Clearly they were pointing fingers at the wrong psychopath. "You're all so fucking pa-the-tic," he chuckled, tilting his head back. "Come on, Em, you can do better than that."

"Don't encourage me, Gryff'," She growled. "Oh, I'm rude. The queen who started this is offended and I'm rude," she laughed. "What I must I do? Bow to you as an apology? Offer you my finger? Or perhaps my tongue to silence myself forever? What must I do, oh Great One," she hissed sarcastically with her arms outstretched and leaned forward in a small bow.

"Uhm, excuse you," Wren scoffed, but she couldn't help but smirk, "I was talking to Abe, bitch."

"But she was talking to you, sweetheart. Might as well play along. She's even calling you the queen," Gryffon lilted, nodding at Wren.

The newbie continued to smiled triumphantly, her hand still proudly placed on Abe's thigh, her eyes steadily on Emily.

"Fuck . . . " Abraham muttered before taking a nice long drink of the glass Wren had brought him. He looked so frustrated, as if he were talking to three different walls, but Gryffon was extremely amused by all their behavior. Emily seething, Abraham conflicted, and Wren completely happy with herself. It was hilarious.

"I still mean what I said," Emily rolled her eyes and drained the rest of her drink, pulling it down with a sharp exhale and shake of her head. "You're still a fucking bitch taking advantage of a really nice guy, and that's pretty ugly coming from a self-obsessed pretty girl," she narrowed her eyes at the freckled beauty and sipped her other vodka glass.

Gryffon rolled his eyes at the redhead and waved over an Avox, taking a drink from the tray they held. A self-obsessed bitch taking advantage of a nice guy, like that was any reason to get all pissy? Rose didn't do anything about it himself, didn't seem to care, took it like the fucking punching bag that he made himself out to be. It really doesn't concern Emily, judged the hypocrite. He just quirked a brow at the couple sitting on the couch and tipped his drink. Wren didn't even seem to care, and that was maybe the funniest part.

Wren sipped her drink, watching Emily. "I don't care what you have to say, Aldair. You don't mean shit to me. You're just some face to Abe. Because let's not pretend that's not what this is really about? I mean, do you two even know each other's first names? I, on the other hand, am with him all the fucking time. So I guess you are right about that whole queen business, huh?"

Abraham seemed to choke on his drink at her words, looking up suddenly. "Girls, holy shit," he protested, but he was cut short.

Emily scoffed with her eyes narrowed and shook her head, and as she stood up she childishly threw the rest of her drink at Wren. "Fuck you, bitch," she hissed and walked off like a pissy little girl.

Gryffon bit his lip, but chuckled anyway. "Fucking child!" the brunette shrieked, immediately flicking what she could off. "You know people only get physical when they've been bested mentally!" Gryffon rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, following Emily's footsteps as Wren continued to shout behind him. "You know I'm right, you bitch!"

Now to get away before Annabelle catches on to the ruckus, and what better place to go than with Emily?

Finishing the drink he still had in his hand on the way, he deposited over whatever Avox's platter and reached the redhead's side. "Real great impression you left there," he lilted, glancing down at her with a smirk.

"She was uuuuuh . . . " She mumbled almost sleepily with her forehead pressed to the wall, seeming unsteady. The redhead took in deep breaths, swallowed hard, and appeared to huff out a cold breath. "She was uuuuhhh . . . A fucking bitch . . . " As she finally answered, the elevator doors dinged and opened, allowing the woman to slump forward. Emily leaned against the back of the small box with the back of her head against the glass window. "And yoooou fucking started it," Emily added, pointing her finger that held a new bottle of alcohol at him.

"A fucking bitch," he echoed, his tone lilting with laughter at her wooziness. "Yes, that she was." Gryffon slid into the elevator and tapped the button for the doors to close, glancing at her when she slumped back. He leaned against the wall opposite her, his arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted a bit. "I didn't start shit with Wren. That was all you." She would have gone over whether or not Gryffon was there since Rose was her loyal little bitch; Emily couldn't pin that blame on him and she knew that. She wasn't drunk enough not to process a full thought yet.

"Youuuuuu . . . " She began, but never finished that thought. She blinked slowly, looking up at the man from underneath her lashes. "You . . . came around when Abe and I were . . . were were were were . . . doing just fine." She lifted the drink and tilted it back into her lips, drinking down the heavily perfumed drink. "You hate him and that's why you, you - you ruined the fun," she kept blaming him between her twisted tongue.

Gryffon nodded for her to go on almost mockingly when she stammered the first time. As she looked back up at him and went on, he shrugged at her, his expression impassive. "Neither of you looked exceptionally excited to be with the other," he mused slowly. "It's all fair, though. He hates me, I hate him - and where do you stand, hm? You barely hate me anymore," he continued in a tease, leaning forward with a knowing smirk.

"You're . . . " Emily started, and when the elevator stopped she stumbled back into the window and railing of the elevator and blinked rapidly. "You're getting there . . . you're just . . . lucky . . . " She continued as she pushed herself from the wall and out of the elevator, "That you're fucking hot as hell . . . "

Was he now? In her eyes, at least? He knew he was, otherwise he probably wouldn't be so popular, but nevertheless he couldn't help but chuckle lightly with a roll of his eyes. He pushed himself out of the elevator, keeping half a step away from her; just close enough to own the excuse he was trying to make sure she wouldn't stumble. "Where'd that idea come from, hm?" the older Victor asked, a slight rise of his brow following his question

Emily shrugged, releasing some loud babble of words that he figured were to symbolize 'I don't know'. Emily kicked off her shoes, having them fly over the couch and one of them hitting an avox standing in a corner and to whom Emily waved a hand at to excuse them from the room. "Why do you always hover so close!?" she asked, her tone coming out in a curious yell like she forgot he stood just a foot away from her. "Like, what, you wanna kiss me or something?" Emily shook her head and raised her shoulders while her arms followed. She started to giggle as soon as she finished the question, though, as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

Gryffon's eyes widened, both in amusement and mild surprise. Giggly drunk so far, and loud. And stupidly giddy. Gryffon couldn't help but laugh, though. Kiss her? Why not? Instead, though, he looped his arm around her and pulled her a little closer, smirking down at her. "Kissing's lame, Em, why would I want to do that?"

"I don't knoooooow," she shook her head with a playful smile on her lips. He watched as her eyes kept on returning to his lips, and he couldn't help the hungry smirk that he let out.

Her fingers loosened and she released the bottle from her hand to the floor before snaking that arm around his neck. She giggled for a few short seconds before she sucked in a breath and clasped the collar of Gryffon's shirt. "Hey, you knooow what's a good idea?" she smiled. "You getting naked. Right now," The redhead laughed.

He definitely approved of her being drunk.

Gryffon hooked his fingers around the waist of her pants and tugged lightly as she continued to giggle. At her suggestion, he chuckled somewhat, pulling her closer only to push down on her clothes further. "Sounds like a good enough idea. Care to join me?"

"Just get in my room and strip. I'll follow your lead," she answered in a slur of a whisper. He was surprised and bemused by her behaviour. Of every sort of drunk he expected her to be, this was the last one.

Gryffon blinked at her when she pushed him in her room's direction with such a crooked, almost out of place smile. His body felt hot, but used to this, though almost confused by her commands. As one hand unbuttoned her top and the other grabbed his collar to push further into her room, Gryffon realized he almost, just almost, let her take control of this.

Gryffon moved his hands up and pulled at either side of her shirt, tearing the last couple of buttons out of their place just before she pushed them past the door into her room. He shrugged her hands away and tugged his shirt off carelessly, his glare landing needingly on her. "Strip."