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[retrieverchef]

Who: Eliot Spencer and OPEN
When: the day after Enjolras' crowning
Where: Tribute Tower
What: Eliot just isn't in the best mood today
Warnings: language, possible references to prostitution, Eliot's life in the Capitol

Eliot was all smiles as he bid the woman goodbye at the front doors of the Tribute Tower. He managed to keep smiling as he walked inside although anyone who knew him might be able to tell it was forced. He promptly walked over to the bar and ordered a drinking. Anyone close enough to him might manage to overhear him muttering something about her being a “fucking cunt.”

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[doc_holi]

She looked back to him before taking another second to place him. That's right. "Eliot, right?"

You'll have to excuse her, Eliot. The last time they met, she was minus one arm. Sort of takes a little priority.

[retrieverchef]

"Yeah." He stood, offering her his seat. His mood isn't so bad he can't treat a woman right. "You're... Holiday, right?"

[doc_holi]

"Oh, please-" She tried to stop Eliot from rising, but it was rude to not take his seat now. So she nodded her thanks and sat.

"That's right. We met a few arenas back. Candyland, if I'm right."

[retrieverchef]

He nodded. "Ya were workin' with Chris. An' I was mostly useless."

[doc_holi]

Holiday scoffed at that notion. "Please. At least you had all of your appendages." From what she remembered, that is. She was going into shock in Chris had found her. Without him, she probably would have died that early.

[retrieverchef]

He smiled wryly. "That time. For all the good that did, since one of 'em was broken."

[doc_holi]

"Still better off than me," she chuckled. "How have you been? I haven't seen you much since."

[retrieverchef]

"If ya say so." He shook his head with a smile. "I've been keepin' busy. Meetin' sponsors, gettin' ready for next time. Yourself?"

[doc_holi]

Holiday shrugged. "A lot of the same. Just getting by really, but I much prefer treating myself than going out with these sponsors so often."

[retrieverchef]

"Some of them are worth it." But his smile no longer reached his eyes. "They know how ta make a good evenin'."

[doc_holi]

"Sometimes." Not often, at least not for her. Maybe it was different for women or something.

[retrieverchef]

"Most times." But his eyes told a different story. It wasn't different for women. Not really.

[doc_holi]

No, it wouldn't be. Not in the Capitol. Man, woman, they were all tributes. It didn't matter.

Holiday's smile widened a little. "Were you going out or just getting back in?"

[retrieverchef]

"Just getting back. You?"

[doc_holi]

"Just heading out." She waved to the bartender for another drink, remembering that she wasn't going to be sitting here in pleasant conversation the whole evening.

[retrieverchef]

He smiled sympathetically. There were some in the Capital whose company could be pleasant. Many more were barely tolerable. "Good luck."

[doc_holi]

"Thanks," she smiled, getting her drink and hopping off of the bar stool. "I'm going to see you around here more, right?"

[retrieverchef]

He smiled playfully. "I'm sure ya will, darlin'."

[doc_holi]

She returned the smile, curious about him, but walked away all the same. There'll be more time for that.