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thecapitol2014-07-08 06:06 am
plushaeusrumpified) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-08 06:06 am
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Tonight is bottoms up
Who| Bro and You
What| Recovering, post arena, multiple prompts in the comments
Where| The kitchens, D6 Suites, D9 Suites (Closed to Dave)
When| During the last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[The kitchens]
That had been an experience, and that was all there really was to say on the matter. No, actually. The experience had been pretty fucked up, even for his standards. He wasn't about to get all boohoo-y about it, but it also wasn't the kind of shit that just left you the second it was over, either. He'd killed a lot of people, so it felt like there was a lot of blood on his hands. Did it make him feel guilty? Nah.
Did he need a good, strong drink? Yeah, he did.
It was one of those moods where he wanted to have a few drinks and settle down and play a fucking video game or something. Basically, he wanted to couch potato for a few days and not do a damn thing. He could be pissed off at the Capitol later, nobody had time for that shit. It seemed like a lot had happened since he'd been there during the family thing, but man he wasn't in the mood to deal with it. His potatoes were already sprouting.
He found himself in the kitchen eventually, and damn if he wasn't pretty impressed by it. The thing was bigger than their apartment back home, for fuck's sake. His stomach grumbled at all of the junk food he'd be able to bury himself in- but first, that drink.
It didn't take him long to find something pretty damn strong, and as soon as he did he was tipping it back and taking it swig.
"Hell yeah, now it's a fuckin' party," he said, before swaggering off to see what sort of junk food he could find.
What| Recovering, post arena, multiple prompts in the comments
Where| The kitchens, D6 Suites, D9 Suites (Closed to Dave)
When| During the last week of the arena
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[The kitchens]
That had been an experience, and that was all there really was to say on the matter. No, actually. The experience had been pretty fucked up, even for his standards. He wasn't about to get all boohoo-y about it, but it also wasn't the kind of shit that just left you the second it was over, either. He'd killed a lot of people, so it felt like there was a lot of blood on his hands. Did it make him feel guilty? Nah.
Did he need a good, strong drink? Yeah, he did.
It was one of those moods where he wanted to have a few drinks and settle down and play a fucking video game or something. Basically, he wanted to couch potato for a few days and not do a damn thing. He could be pissed off at the Capitol later, nobody had time for that shit. It seemed like a lot had happened since he'd been there during the family thing, but man he wasn't in the mood to deal with it. His potatoes were already sprouting.
He found himself in the kitchen eventually, and damn if he wasn't pretty impressed by it. The thing was bigger than their apartment back home, for fuck's sake. His stomach grumbled at all of the junk food he'd be able to bury himself in- but first, that drink.
It didn't take him long to find something pretty damn strong, and as soon as he did he was tipping it back and taking it swig.
"Hell yeah, now it's a fuckin' party," he said, before swaggering off to see what sort of junk food he could find.