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Who| De and Open
What| Enjoying her last few days. Again.
Where| Around the Capitol. Hot springs/spa, amusement park, and pretty much any restaurant or bar.
When| A few days before the arena
Warning/Notes| Feel free to hit her up in any location. Also she has not been clued in that she comes back to life again, but feel free to inform her.

This really was not what she expected hell to be like.

But, well, if she was going to die, she might as well live it up till then. This was probably gonna bite her in the ass in some sort of gluttony type irony, but the last round of all this? She didn't really get to enjoy it in <i>style.</i>

Massages. Arcade binges. Every kind of delicious food she could think of. And everyone here treated her like a movie star. Which was it's own level of fucked up, all things considered.

Really, this could be worse. At least so far.

Even if it was lacking in a few things. Like her sister.

But she wasn't going to focus on that. She was going to enjoy her last few days on Earth. or wherever the hell this was.

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Sigma jumped slightly. Those words were the first exchange he'd had since he arrived that hadn't sounded like some sort of threat. The same dilemma that struck his guest ran through his head as well, and it took a few moments before he swiveled slowly on the stool to face her. If she was a citizen, she didn't look nearly as outlandish as the rest.

He adjusted what appeared to be a thick, clunky monocle on his face. "Yes," he answered tentatively. "And what might that mean to you?"

"That were both in the same fucked up hand basket."

She offered a sardonic smile, giving a little shrug.

"I'm also on the chopping block." She gestured to the stool next to him. "Mind if I grab a drink with you?"

His expression darkens at her admission. She didn't seem as upset as he was about their circumstances, but everyone coped differently, he supposed.

"I'm sorry. And not at all," Dr. Klim eventually answers, pulling his credit card from his pocket. He turns back towards the bar, looking for the bartender. "What did you want?"

"Just a beer. Do they have beer here?"

Probably microbrew. A place like this wouldn't have cheap beer. But she had had enough fluff.

Sliding into the stool next to him, she leaned up to the bar to get the bar tenders attention.

"What's your name?"

The Doctor smirked with what might have been his first smile all week. "Wouldn't be a very reputable bar if they didn't." As the bartender neared, he slid the credit card forward to show he was willing to pay. As he saw it, he wouldn't be around to pay it off, anyway.

"...Dr. Sigma Klim." He turned and extended his arm for a handshake, forcing himself to stop shaking. He had company, now. "But I suppose titles no longer matter. You may address me however you wish. And you are?"

"Nice to meet you Doc. I'm De, De Winchester."

She took his hand, shaking it firmly with a warm smile. Because why the hell not, she was having drinks, she had sort of already blown the whole 'don't friend other tributes' things, so hey. Go big or go home.

"A pleasure, Miss W-" Sigma stopped himself. This was a bar, not one of his labs, and there was no reason to be formal. He laughed and shook his head. "De."

After ordering her drink, Sigma took a swig of his own for the first time. The ice had already almost melted. "Well, since we'll be drinking together, you have an important job tonight. It's up to you to cut me off when I get too drunk to fight tomorrow. Can you handle that?"

"I'll do my best, but I dunno if you want to put your life in my hands. Or at least your sobriety."

She laughed, taking a drink of her own beer.

"How long have you been here?"

"Hmmm... How is this: You are to cut me off once I start hitting on you. ...In fact, maybe it's best if you only allow me two drinks."

He meant it to be a joke, but it comes off more awkward than he intended. ..God, it was difficult to be smooth in one's old age. He waved his hand to show he was kidding. He only hoped he was.

"A-About two weeks, now. Enough time to drive myself crazy, in any case. Yourself?"

She cracked up, giving him a companionable nod. Don't worry buddy, De got use to being hit on by creepy guys at bars long ago.

"Not long at all. Enough time to make my last confessions, and sin my last-"

She trailed off, with a shrug, knowing it was an awkward place to stop. Was this hell? It was weirder then she had imagined, and she was starting to feel maybe it wasn't. But either way she needed to cut it with all the hell fire and brimstone shit.