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Who| Chibi-Usa, OPEN
What| Chibi-Usa's got a date she has to wait for.
Where| The Training Center Lounge
When| Sometime post-Valentine's Day
Warnings/Notes| Adorableness. Maybe. And some possible angst.

She was not looking forward to tonight. Apparently, she was going on a "date".

Unlike certain other Tributes' dates, however, this one was a play-date. Some rich person wanted some photo ops with her and their son, so Chibi-Usa was suddenly brought to her stylists and shoved into a adorable dress that the citizen wanted to see her in. They did her hair as well, spraying the rose curl braids in her hair red and black to match her dress.

It felt gross. Being hocked off to kids for publicity, especially when she had a real boyfriend back home. With an annoyed flop, she sat in one of the main lounge chairs, looking sulky and dejected. Yeah, she knew she'd have to play the part of a smiling, happy girl when her "date" arrived; princesses knew how to schmooze with the best of them. And she had to admit, she liked the dress.

She just really hope they didn't poison her food too.

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She decided to just come out with it and ask. "You're... not a citizen of the Capitol, are you? You don't really act like them."

Holiday was nothing if not bold.

"...No." Chibi-Usa looked up at the woman, ever-so-slightly suspicious. "Are you?

"No," she smiled, mostly to the girl's suspicion. Though, it was terribly sad to hear that the girl was a tribute. "My name's Rebecca Holiday. It's nice to meet you."

"Hn." At this, she looked down. "My name's Chibi-Usa. Its nice to meet you."

She was polite, but she was still wary. Not so much of this woman, but of others around them who were looking at them and pointing.

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Yeah, Holiday had noticed them.

"So... why are you out here anyway? Got something going on?"

"A date." Huff. "I have to have dinner with someone's kid."

Oh, a date! Well that sounds adora- Wait.

"... That doesn't sound very romantic..."

"I don't wanna do it." Chibi-Usa shook her head. "I've got a boyfriend back home, after all. But I don't have a choice, apparently."

"What?" This doesn't sound right. Yes, they were put up for slaughter every now and then, but this is a new low.

"Is this because of sponsors and all of that?"

"Yeah, its a sponsor." She frowned. "They have a kid that they want me to go on a play date with. So they paid money to have me go."

... "Wow." That's just wow.

Holiday cleared her throat. "Um. I'm Dr. Holiday, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

"...Chibi-Usa." The girl's legs swang back and forth a little. "Its nice to meet you as well."

Holiday gave a small smile. "You know, it's not my place, but... I wouldn't worry too much about this. I mean, maybe it'll be fun."

"I hope so." Huff. "But I still don't wanna do it."

"To be honest, I can't say I blame you." If sponsors paid like this for play dates, Holiday wondered how much they'd pay for a date with a grown woman or other services. She shook her head, a bit disgusted about that.

"But you do look nice. Might as well try and have fun."