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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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Draco didn't necessarily frequent the bars as much as he could have. Sadly, he still looked young enough for most of them to give him a sort of sideways glance when he went in and ordered alcohol. So that day, it was a drink that, while alcoholic, had barely enough to give him a buzz. It seemed like a considerably better idea, too, after he noticed Glinda, her numerous empty glasses, and pink cheeks. It was all very telling.

Casually relocating himself over to her, he lightly touched her shoulder. "You all right?"

Gabriel had not been having a great time of things. It really was all downhill after Satan killed you, wasn't it? At least that sounded impressive. His death in the arena had been downright embarrassing and in the wake of that, waking up in this bizarre place that seems like his wet dream only to know that he's going to be sent back into another place like that had only knocked him down further.

There wasn't enough sex or alcohol or chocolate in the world to fix any of this and he was effectively human. It was definitely his idea of rock bottom. At least he could distract himself until the time came, though. That was how he found himself wandering around The Capitol and eventually strolling into a bar.

He noticed Glinda across the room and he was pretty sure he'd seen her around. She was another tribute or a stylist or something.

He slid smoothly into the sear next to her, not yet noticing how upset she looked. "Hi, there. I was just wondering if I could have your phone number. I seem to have lost mine in a frozen tundra that was disappointingly devoid of polar bears."

"My shoes won't send me home."

Glinda was one step away from putting her head on the table. Her head felt too big and heavy for her neck. Was that normal? Did her head normally feel this big and bulbous? "And I think my head is going to fall off." The witch sat up straight and put both hands on her head to hold it in place and assure herself that it wasn't going to fall off.

She was drunk as a skunk.

"Darling, shoes don't do anything to send people home, unless you're talking about walking," Draco told her, perhaps a little wry as he moved to sit with her, hands folded on the table. He studied her curiously, wondering what prompted the inclination to get this drunk, though that wasn't to say that he blamed her overly much for it. It seemed like a good idea, actually.

"And I don't think heads just fall off without warning."

De knew that feeling. De existed on that feeling, actually. Most night were spent using alcohol to push away dreams, to force herself into sleep.

Glinda was not the kind person she expected to be in that boat then.

"Hey blondie, what's hanging?" She asked, leaning against to bar next to her...ally? Ally seemed a good label now. They hadn't murdered each other yet.

Glinda pushed her head up and looked at him in an expression half between a naughty child who'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar before dinner and someone who was blitzed out of her brain. It was mostly the latter.

"I..." She blinked at him. "I have no idea what a phone number is." She slurringly admitted.

Oh no.

Her curly straw was empty. Even worse! The glass connected to the straw was emptying. Glinda looked up from her misery and selfpitying with wide eyes.

"M'shoes won't send m'home and the room is spinnigations." She told her in a surprised tone.

"Magic." She muttered, mostly to herself. "Just like Nessas. Stupid Nessa. Petty Nessa. So jealous." The Witch huffed, mostly to herself. She never had liked Nessarose. Far too pitying and pious. Religion always had left a bad taste in the Witch's mouth.

She cautiously let go of her head, blinking slowly as she did so. "I think it's okay." She cautiously nodded once to test it. "Yes, fixified."

"Not even magic makes shoes send people home, last I checked. Not unless they're Portkeys, but Merlin, why would you do that?" He sniffed, shrugging a little before shaking his head. "Who's Nessa?"

Draco let himself smirk a little at her rhetoric when she finally let go of her head. "There we are. I told you it wouldn't fall off." Fixified, though. Really.

The look of mirth slowly melted from Gabriel's face. "Sister, I think you've had enough."

He really wasn't one for moderation, but his new-found sense of human decency was rearing its ugly head. Not for the first time, he missed his uncomplicated life as a pagan god. Things were just simpler when he was doling out humorous punishment and mindlessly indulging in whatever he wanted.

"So... are we celebrating something or just binge drinking for funzies?" It didn't seem like a celebration, but appearances could be deceiving. Some people were just sad drunks. Gabriel usually tried to avoid those people, but it was too late now.

"Do to so." She bobbed her head, pausing and looking around speculatively before leaning in closely as if imparting a great secret. "I magicked the girl's shoes from the moment I put them on her ungrateful ugly feet. She could've gone home the whole time." Goodly Ozma, she must've been drunk if she was admitting it.

"Nessa, she was the tragically beautiful one." Glinda sighed, propping her head up with her palm.

"I do not drink. Ladies do not drink." She stumbled her way through, trying her very best not to sound as drunk as she felt. Glinda was getting the feeling that she didn't really have the head for alcohol that she assumed she would have. Somehow it seemed reasonable to her that a woman of her responsibly would be able to handle it just fine.

The blonde blinked at him. "Who're you?" She questioned, confused as to how he'd just appeared out of nowhere.

Poor thing.

De sank down next to her, hailing a bartender to bring them two more of whatever Glinda was drinking. Taking a drink, she wondered if the woman would sink into a diabetic coma before she hit her hangover.

"There's no place like home, huh?" There was sympathy in her voice.

Gabriel's eyebrows flew up so fast. She must have been pretending to be a man today if ladies didn't drink. He kept that to himself, though. Getting slapped would probably hurt now.

"Gabe. I'm one of the tributes." The side of his lip quirked up. "I know I've seen you around, but I've gone all Memento on everyone's names."

Leaning in a little - to humour her, of course, though it was well and possible her magic did indeed work that way - Draco merely lifted his eyebrows. "That's not very nice of you," he pointed out mildly. "But hilarious, if you ask me. Probably serves her right." Whomever 'her' was.

"So what's that make you?" He prompted with a flutter of one hand.

"I thought I told her." She hiccuped. "Wizard told me not to tell her once she was on the road. Couldn't go 'gainst the Wiz. He'd get mad."

Glinda gave him a drunken look that clearly stipulated that she thought he was stupid. "I was the beautifully popular one."

"Ohhh." That managed to catch her attention through her drunken haze enough to peer at his face. It wasn't a familiar face. She didn't think he was one of the one's she'd hurt.

"Lady Glinda Arduenna Upland." She finally answered, too shamefaced to give her title of 'The Good' when she was in such a state.

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.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Glinda." He gave her his most charming smiling. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but I'm thinking the gentlemanly thing to do would be to buy you some food to balance out what you've already had."

Gabriel wasn't really that much of a gentleman, but she looked like she could use one. He told himself that he might be able to pump her for information later.

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.

"What's so great about this 'Wiz', then? Why do you have to listen to him? You're the one with the shoes that send people home, you know." Draco gave a shrug, sipping at his drink casually.

"So everyone's beautiful in some regard, is that it? And don't give me that face; I don't appreciate it," he told her, smirking a little. Clearly unperturbed by her thinking he was stupid. At least he could walk in a straight line.

She looked at him, blue eyes sharp and a little irritated for perhaps the first time in a long time. "But are you?" She questioned. "Gentlemanly?" Because her last gentleman had left a bad taste in her mouth and a broken heart to boot.

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.

Glinda all but cackled.

"Not any more, wheeee!" She threw her hand up. "He went away in that ridiculous balloon and off to where he never should have left with the wretched girl." She didn't know why she'd listened to him ever. How easy was it to question the not so powerful All Powerful Oz.

The witch held up a finger. "No. Only some of us were beautiful. Others were green. Or little."

She really was completely pissed, Draco noted with some amusement. The entire conversation seemed rather confusing, but he supposed that was just par for the course when dealing with people from other places. After all, he'd been told he was from a book, or some such; not that he believed that, of course. "Sounds terribly exciting," he drawled, running his finger around the edge of his glass thoughtfully.

"Well, I can see why green would negate that, but little? How little are we talking?" She wasn't exactly big, after all.

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