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thecapitol2015-01-05 05:36 pm
schnapp) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-05 05:36 pm
we're hollow like the bottles that we drink
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.
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.
TW: teenage drinking
This of course leads to a few over indulgences but eventually every viking learns their limit.
Not that the bartender cared one way or the other in this bar, and that was why Ruffnut was here. She had discovered much to her shock that some places in the Capitol refused to let her drink alcohol. Claimed she was too young! And when she pointed out she was old enough to fight and die in the arena they simply laughed in her face which usually put her in a smashing sort of mood which then always followed with being escorted home by the peacekeepers.
This bar however was much more reasonable possibly because she lived here and they were no stranger to how many younger tributes needed something to strengthen them to the horrors of their reality.
When she spotted Beth she grinned a crooked grin and sauntered over steeling a seat next to her.
"Welcome back...cool scars."
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She's doing it now, though. Because what else is there to do? And she figures, well. After being mercilessly slaughtered in the arena, it's probably a good occasion for it. The drink burns on its way down. In a comforting way.
Ruffnut slides in next to her and tells her that her scars are cool, and for a moment Beth doesn't know how to react. She doesn't, except to absentmindedly touch the one across her cheek. Cool isn't the word she'd use for them, especially not when they were inflicted on her by Dawn.
"Oh...thanks," she tells her, finally. Quieter than she used to be. But maybe that's just the consequence of living in the world that they do.
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"Did you get in a fight? They really hate when you do that outside of the arena."
Because why else would she have face scars after coming back from death?