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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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And everyone knew it, anyway.
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"Which doesn't really help your District, does it?"
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And she had been informed of her previous mistake about pearls. So that was out.
Still, that thought reminded her of what she meant to say, and she felt that was a solid comeback.
"Well, you know, diamond and black never go out of style."
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"I think that's what they said." She gave Victory a warm smile above the rim of her drink, shrugging. "Cinna said you can't go wrong with either, and he's gone through so many black markers this week."
"I do think I see one of my tributes now. It was delightful talking to you Victory. I'll see you soon!"