we're hollow like the bottles that we drink

[schnapp]

Who| beth greene and you.
What| the arena's done and she's back from a traumatizing canon update. drinking? drinking.
Where| the tribute center bar.
When| post-arena
Warnings/Notes| mentions of alcohol, natch. more to be added.



All things considered, she's surprised that the Capitol kept her new scars. It didn't seem like they would have, since she can see the billboards spanning the city that promote perfection in every physical aspect - all possible by plastic surgery, they boast. These scars weren't there the last time she was in the city, but they are now. The healed-up versions of them, remnants of Dawn's temper - being pistol-whipped across the face isn't something that just goes away.

Beth doesn't care. She doesn't know what it says about her, if it supposedly tells the world that she's weak and not worth saving like the ones hidden by her sleeves. It doesn't matter, because she's in the Capitol now, and not Grady Memorial. And it's honestly hard to tell which she'd prefer more at this point.

She'd had her first drink only a few weeks ago. Her dad used to be an alcoholic, and she'd never wanted to disappoint him. But he isn't here, and -- well. She has the blood of three men on her hands now, even though she doesn't want to admit it. Beth makes her way down to the bar with the unease of someone who is not used to being there. Chin tipped up, ready to challenge anyone who tells her that she's too young to be here.

They ask her what she wants and she replies with the first thing that pops into her head - the only other alcoholic drink she really knows, other than moonshine.

Peach schnapps.

Doesn't matter that you're not supposed to drink peach schnapps by itself. That's what she does anyway.

Comments

[schnapp]

Well.

She's seen some weird things in her lifetime. The dead rising from their graves being one of them. She tries to keep her disbelief to a minimum because of that. But he just squeezed mayonnaise into a glass like he was about to drink it, and she can't help but lean over to see if that's really what it is.

Suddenly, her awkward choices don't seem so strange.

"I think so? It smells good. Are you really gonna drink that?" Beth is wincing. She can't help it.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Really? Maybe I should try some of that next." Nitou looks down at his sad little mayo shot and grins. "Why wouldn't I drink it?" Down the mayo shot goes, and Nitou's grin only widens. "Oh, yeah, it definitely needed that."

[schnapp]

"I guess I've just...never seen anyone drink mayo before," actually, it's really hard not to gag at the mental image of it. She's trying really hard not to make a face, but she's definitely making a face.

[infinitemayonnaise]

"I put it on everything else--never tried it in a drink before, but I think it's worth it!" That face she's making is an expression he's very familiar with from pretty much anyone else who has ever witnessed his eating habits, and he's not at all bothered. "You wanna try it?"

[schnapp]

"No!" it comes out a little too adamant than she'd intended, so after a moment she tries again. Most softly this time, shaking her head. "No, I'm good. Promise."

[infinitemayonnaise]

"Suit yourself." Really, Nitou's used to that sort of reaction to his offer of mayonnaise on everything. People are weird like that. "But it's good for what ails you." It's said just as flippantly as he's said anything else. Even if he's quietly upset over the Arena, he's very good at cheerfully carrying on like nothing at all is the matter.