Or at least as much of a plan as there could be. Loras put himself in a hoodie to conceal his face. Being recognized wouldn't do. The last thing he needed was to have his sponsors drop him for participating in this little event. Of course, he'd need to remove it later, but he'd worry about that later.
He sat near Obi, more collected than he should have been. His focus was only partially on Obi who he knew he'd have to face later. It was somewhere else, far away, and not in this lifetime, where the air smelled of winter, and his mouth still buzzed from a kiss. Pathetic, really, that he wanted to win for someone who didn't even exist. He wanted to win for Obi, too, although he could care less about the old woman.