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thecapitol2013-12-14 07:09 pm
mannersmatter) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-14 07:09 pm
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Alchol, alternative to feeling like yourself!
Who| Effie and Open!
What| Stressed Effie is stressed.
Where| A few different locations, see post.
When| A night out.
Warnings/Notes| Alcohol. Also, multiple prompts, pick your poison. One's set in the District 12 suite only open to those from 12 or those who might end up there looking for someone or something.
The Capitol art museum, evening|
It was the third party this week.
Effie, of course, loved to socialize. She really did. But after this game, with a tribute in the arena till the end, and the amount of work she had been doing being pretty much the only person playing escort and mentor?
One party was enough. Two parties were a stretch. Three parties? Well, she needed plenty of help getting her through the night.
With a few cocktails in her, the stress of the last few weeks melted away, and she could be her usual charming and gracious self. Perhaps, in fact, she might be over compensation. Anyone who walked past, who's face even triggered a small flicker of recognition, she greeted enthusiastically. A few tributes had gotten invites, escorts, mentors, and of course her own people.
How strange she felt more comfortable with those she was growing use to at the training center? Must be time for another martini.
The Tribute Center Commons, late at night|
Of course the line between alcohol as a social tool, and being a pathetic drunk were sometimes far too thin.
Maybe it was the mix of stress, hurried meetings, and lack of sleep, but somewhere one drink became one too many. And once she'd had one too many, Effie just...kept going.
Perhaps she was trying to make up for the lack of Haymitch and alcoholic self medication going on in her life.
Even still, she wasn't drinking like him. It was a steady stream of fluffy, warm drinks, now curled up in one of the more snug, intimate corners of the common area, an avox always there to refill things. Luckily Effie was a happy drunk, less lucky, at least for those around her, she was also a chatty drunk. And every time that thought, that she felt more comfortable in here than out there came up?
Well, bottoms up.
12's common room, very late/early morning|
The happy drunk was gone.
She'd fallen asleep in the room provide for when she was "working over time." Fallen asleep being a generous way of saying she'd passed out like a fool. And then woken up several hours later to puke her guts out.
Now she was sitting in the dim room, curled up with a glass of water, staring out over the Capitol. Although she wasn't entirely stripped down for her usual over the top appearance, she was considerably toned down. Her make-up, which after passing out, followed by her violent wake-up was left in ruins anyway, had been scrubbed away. Her hair was twisted up into a large clip of flowers and feathers, but it was her hair, pale blond and barely long enough to stay in the clip. Her party dress had been replace by a softer, ankle length dress, something she'd left her that she could sleep in if needed, and still maintain appearances.
The city, even at this hour, was decently active. It gave Effie something to watch as she stewed in her thought. She'd acted a fool tonight, and knew it. And if that wasn't enough, she still had all those thoughts, of the arenas, of people missing, of missing part of herself, swirling around in her head.
What| Stressed Effie is stressed.
Where| A few different locations, see post.
When| A night out.
Warnings/Notes| Alcohol. Also, multiple prompts, pick your poison. One's set in the District 12 suite only open to those from 12 or those who might end up there looking for someone or something.
The Capitol art museum, evening|
It was the third party this week.
Effie, of course, loved to socialize. She really did. But after this game, with a tribute in the arena till the end, and the amount of work she had been doing being pretty much the only person playing escort and mentor?
One party was enough. Two parties were a stretch. Three parties? Well, she needed plenty of help getting her through the night.
With a few cocktails in her, the stress of the last few weeks melted away, and she could be her usual charming and gracious self. Perhaps, in fact, she might be over compensation. Anyone who walked past, who's face even triggered a small flicker of recognition, she greeted enthusiastically. A few tributes had gotten invites, escorts, mentors, and of course her own people.
How strange she felt more comfortable with those she was growing use to at the training center? Must be time for another martini.
The Tribute Center Commons, late at night|
Of course the line between alcohol as a social tool, and being a pathetic drunk were sometimes far too thin.
Maybe it was the mix of stress, hurried meetings, and lack of sleep, but somewhere one drink became one too many. And once she'd had one too many, Effie just...kept going.
Perhaps she was trying to make up for the lack of Haymitch and alcoholic self medication going on in her life.
Even still, she wasn't drinking like him. It was a steady stream of fluffy, warm drinks, now curled up in one of the more snug, intimate corners of the common area, an avox always there to refill things. Luckily Effie was a happy drunk, less lucky, at least for those around her, she was also a chatty drunk. And every time that thought, that she felt more comfortable in here than out there came up?
Well, bottoms up.
12's common room, very late/early morning|
The happy drunk was gone.
She'd fallen asleep in the room provide for when she was "working over time." Fallen asleep being a generous way of saying she'd passed out like a fool. And then woken up several hours later to puke her guts out.
Now she was sitting in the dim room, curled up with a glass of water, staring out over the Capitol. Although she wasn't entirely stripped down for her usual over the top appearance, she was considerably toned down. Her make-up, which after passing out, followed by her violent wake-up was left in ruins anyway, had been scrubbed away. Her hair was twisted up into a large clip of flowers and feathers, but it was her hair, pale blond and barely long enough to stay in the clip. Her party dress had been replace by a softer, ankle length dress, something she'd left her that she could sleep in if needed, and still maintain appearances.
The city, even at this hour, was decently active. It gave Effie something to watch as she stewed in her thought. She'd acted a fool tonight, and knew it. And if that wasn't enough, she still had all those thoughts, of the arenas, of people missing, of missing part of herself, swirling around in her head.
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Effie was feeling too good to get too insulted. And once glance at the girl, and she realized she was a troll. And she liked trolls, she was at least 60% sure of. Didn't understand them, but she liked them.
Except for the mean one, but this wasn't the mean one. Clearly.
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"Did something happen? As far as I know, humans usually only reach this level of intoxication when they're upset."
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She laughed, shaking her head as she ran a finger over the rim of the glass.
"I know a man who use to get this drunk just about every night if I let him."
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"What happened to him? Did you take over his day-job?" Night job. Drunk job?
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There was a long moment of silence as Effie stared at her drink, trying to think of a good reply. Sassy, informative, pacifying, anything.
Instead she felt hot tears behind her eyes, and had to look up at the ceiling to stop them.
"He's gone now."
sorry for the delayed reply :c
"Gone, as in dead?" she asks, bracing herself a little. That's usually what humans meant when they made vague mentions of being 'gone'.
o/
"I don't know. Just gone. It's almost worse that way, not knowing."
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"Yeah, I know that feeling." It should be obvious that a lot of them do. Not only with how many tributes disappear on a general basis, but also with what might be happening at home. Who knows, maybe she'll get back and everyone will be dead anyway.
"We aren't exactly the most permanent fixtures in this city," she adds, choosing to remark on the former of her thoughts rather than the later. She's tired of thinking about the mess back home.
"Are you just going to drink yourself into a stupor, then? ...Or more of a stupor, I guess."
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"Well, this," She gesture to the drink before her with a smile, hoping to get off the topic at hand. "Was actually an accident. I was a guest at a party and...you know, work hazard."
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"That's not the kind of work hazard I've ever run into." Work hazards back home were more actual hazards than... fruity mixed drinks, for one. Still, Terezi leans closer to sniff at the drink.
"What's in it, anyway? And if it's such a hazard, why do you drink it? Can't you just say no?"
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She considered the second part. Why not just say no? "It's a social thing. My work is based in being social, so saying no...gets you nowhere fast."
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"Really? You're only expected to say yes, no matter what? That doesn't sound like the kind of thing that I would respect anyone for. What's the point in having a job if it's a respectable one?"
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She wrinkled her nose, thinking of one of the particularly awful dressed that night.