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[itwasrhetorical]

 WHO| Glinda and whomever might come across her 
WHAT| Glinda gets drunk off her bubble 
WHERE| District 9 Suite and Capitol bar 
WHEN| A couple days after valentines 
WARNINGS| Drunkenness and reminiscing on the arena

She'd sat in her room for hours in the outfit she'd been put into that morning.

Glinda had spent the last few days in seclusion since making a fool of herself on her first outing out since leaving the Arena. But unfortunately every time she closed her eyes she had nightmares. It was of herself, a wicked witch, one who used dark magicks and killed people and took no kindness or joy in the world and sought only greed and evil.

She found her feet bringing her out of the tribute suite and into the Capitol's streets.

The witch didn't know where she was going but she knew that she needed something to make her forget lest she never sleep again. It wasn't long until she brought herself to the door of a tavern. Normally she wouldn't dare. She was too highborn a lady to go into a tavern. Something prompted her into pushing the door open and going inside though. Before long she was sat and staring at a neon coloured cocktail.

Hours passed and glasses came and went and now Glinda found herself slumped forward in her seat and leaning on the table, cheeks pink and room spinning uncomfortingly. She was also drinking the next concoction they'd brought her through a curly straw. Oh how the mighty had fallen, she bitterly thought to herself.

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[itwasrhetorical]

The Witch huffed a large sigh and put her head on the bar to see it that stopped the spinning at all.

"Don' even want to go home. Don' wanna be here." She mummbled, feeling incredibly sorry for herself but knowing far better than to announce it to the world.

[cherrypie]

She arched a brow, setting down her drink.

"Why don't you wanna go home?"

She would kill to go home. And home wasn't a magical fairy land for her.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda looked at her feeling rarely serious.

"The weight of Oz is on my shoulders and I never had an inclination to be the ruler of a nation nor the qualififulcation." She'd done it because she was needed and Glinda had frantically hoped that Ozma would soon return with the Wizard gone but there had been no such fortune. "I was only ever supposed to be the pretty face." She muttered bitterly, mostly to herself.

[cherrypie]

"So damned if you do and damned if you don't."

She felt a deep pang of sympathy. Shit, she was going to need to stop thinking of this woman as the pink bubble fairy of her youth if she was going to start being all complex and multi-dimensional and shit.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda nodded.

"Either way I don't have a choice." She couldn't exactly leave Oz in turmoil as it most likely was given how she'd been snatched. And she wasn't allowed to leave here so what was the use in trying?

[cherrypie]

De nodded, looking into her own drink for a long time.

"I guess we just have to make the best of this place." She said, before grinning up at Glinda. "Hell, after fighting off 100 tribute in one of those death matches, what's running a country, right?"

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda looked at her and frowned in confusion. "There's still fighting but you never kill anyone yourself." She answered, taking a sip of her brightly coloured drink.

[cherrypie]

"Is that better or worse?"

De wasn't sure. She just knew...she didn't envy Glinda.

Then again, if she went home, it wouldn't be much better for her.

[itwasrhetorical]

"It's more honesticated here." She answered morosely. "Politicians have a horrible way of making death sounds so clean. Casualities, damages, injured. They never say dead."

[cherrypie]

"That's...I guess a pretty solid point."

What was worth? Ignoring the death you created, or rolling around in it like a dog in shit?

Seemed like a lose-lose situation to De.