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Who: Jim & Eva
What: AH haaa. Who knows?
When: An inappropriate hour to be wasted. Sometime last week.
Where: Training Center
Rating: TBH? I don't know yet.

There was never a better time to get trashed than on someone else's dime. Jim usually had to charm his way into a couple of shots and maybe a beer, but this? This was free just because he'd been kidnapped to bizarro world. He couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more after getting over dying than wandering downstairs and discovering a fully functional bar that was willing to ply him with enough booze to break his liver and not kick him out if he started hitting on poor unsuspecting civilians.

He couldn't say they shouldn't know better. They picked him after all. They brought him here.

They really should have known better.

Jim slides onto a bar stool and pretends he doesn't look like a hobo instead of the finest Starfleet Captain the Federation had to offer, because here? Well here what the hell was he anyway? A pretty face that died from stupidity. That would really draw a crowd.

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One of the perks of being a Mentor is endless access to the amenities of the Training Center, and as such Eva's down at the bar too after another hard night of doing whatever it is she was doing. She's already a few drinks in when Jim comes on down.

She waves a finger at him.

"Wait. I know you from somewhere," she says with a self-deprecating grin.

Jim's smirk is cocky and shit-eating as he swivels on the stool and tips his beer at her. And she's...not bad looking. And human. Score. Anything was better than wallowing. He was so fucking sick of wallowing and he'd been doing it for almost a month. If he was stuck here, and since he didn't see them letting him go anywhere anytime soon, he might as well make do.

It wasn't difficult to revert back to how he was at the Academy. Cocksure and oozing charm that made most people want to either screw him into a mattress or make him bleed.

"Clearly I'm losing out here seeing how I can't say the same." Jim stands and moves to sit closer to her. "How about I buy you another drink and we rectify that?"

"Clearly," Eva says, although there's a tone of self-deprecation to her expression. It means Kirk's lucky, or at least, spared one of the burdens of life in Panem; unlike the citizens here, he didn't have to watch the Games in his schools. Eva was a childhood figure to many of the forty-somethings in this country, a sort of washed up idol to anyone younger.

She looks at her empty glass. "I could certainly use some company. And some more alcohol, who'm I kidding?" She draws one finger over the rim.

She looked like she could use some. She looked stressed in a way none of the other citizens did. Jim leaned against the bar and flashed her a tiny grin. "What're you drinking?"

"Rubbing alcohol, hopefully. Why, are you going to attempt to show me up?" She winks. She could use a challenge.

"I might just take that bet." If anyone could find something strong enough to burn out your tastebuds and get you drunk and out of your clothes in ten minutes, it'd be Jim. And he sure as hell wouldn't mind trying. Anything was better than getting lost in his own head. "If I was home, I'd get you a Kali-fal, but here...You know, you can't even get a proper beer here."

"I don't know what that is, which is impressive, because I know most drinks like the back of my tongue." Her voice is practically a purr. She stands up and leans on the bar, so she's closer to Jim. "Try me, young man."

"It can make your eyeballs bleed." Jim shrugs and gestures for the bar tender to come over. "Or maybe that's just me."

"I disagree. I think you're perfectly easy on the eyes." She twitches the corner of her mouth in a wry smile, although the expression is marred by a strange scar on her upper lip.

Jim flashed her a big ass grin. "You're not so bad yourself."

Strange? Jim likes the look of it, it means she wasn't just another trussed up Capitol citizen. She's seen shit and Jim wouldn't mind finding out what.

"Are you inviting me to do something sinister?"

She signals to the barkeep for more alcohol. She's not drunk enough for this sort of thing yet.