He stifles what he's tried to make look like a cough, but what might actually be more like laughter. With him, it can be remarkably difficult to tell, even on his best, most sober and functional days.

"Yeah. I get that. But you, and all your problems, are technically the problems of your escorts. No matter how much of a problem you make yourself, you're a Victor, and you can't be fired. That's the free pass I'm talking about... and even if they give you hell for wanting a bottle, they cannot definitively say no."

He takes another sip, expression remaining the same; he can down his District's signature hard liquor like water, at this point in his horrifying career. "District 3? Come on. You've got Nill. They can't all be that bad."