[OPEN] ► Capitol - A bar | Getting Drunk

[hartless_cowboy]

WHO| Lindsey McDonald and OPEN
WHAT| Getting drunk
WHEN| Backdated to sometime after Arena 06's victor was decided
WHERE| Some random bar in the Capitol
WARNINGS/NOTES| Lindsey's in a hellish mood

Lindsey didn't realize it at first. Hey, tributes had their own lives, even District mates and buddies who he saw on a regular basis, Gabriel could've hidden himself to get depressed over dying. Lindsey would've understood. Given, he had a better idea of how to get over it in mind, but he would need to find the angel first.

But Gabriel never showed up.

And after a few days of waiting, even after the victor was determined, Lindsey realized that Gabriel was gone.

Just fucking great, every time he got close to someone, made a friend, hell, even forgave an old one enough to maybe consider they could be buddies again, they became Gone. Way to go, Captitol, Panem, or whoever determined things like this. That was why Lindsey found himself some random bar and got drunk.

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[big_badass_hero]

"You know... the kicked puppy look is probably a little better fitting on Eliot not you." Boy Chris can you be an ass today or what. "So, what's got you down Lindsey? Or do we not have enough booze for that yet?" He motioned to have two drinks brought over because really he wasn't going to let the guy drink alone.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey glared up blearily at the newcomer, recognizing him as one of the tributes who he crossed paths with a few times. Chris, that was the guy's name.

"You looking to get killed outside of the arena too?"

He took a drink of his whiskey, some expensive thing that he probably shouldn't drink on his budget. It was strong though, that was all he needed. "Buy the next round and maybe I'll tell you."

[big_badass_hero]

"Yeah, but not by you." He chuckled a little taking a drink.

"Hey fine with me I really don't have anything else to do today." Because really, his district was full of kids and he didn't want to deal with kids at the moment. "Just as long as it's not going to be one of those silly lookin' concoctions they pass off as cocktails around here. I don't buy umbrella drinks for guys."

[hartless_cowboy]

"Wouldn't drink those myself either." Deciding that he didn't sound slurred enough, Lindsey downed the rest of his tumbler and felt his eyes water from the burn fuel he was drinking.

"Thought death wasn't permanent in those arenas." Except it obviously wasn't if Gabriel and Lorne were both gone. How could he not have noticed earlier?

[big_badass_hero]

Hearing the second part of what Lindsey said he figured it might be best if the bartender just left the bottle.

"Who's missing? Well other than Eliot, but he showed up when I mentioned football. Good thing too, I think Parker needs his stability more." He took another drink of his grimacing a little. He wasn't that into the stronger stuff, but hey beat another one of their overly flavored beers. Really guys don't care for berries in their beer serve that stuff to the women thanks.

((ooc: Grumbles at the muse while sipping her raspberry beer))

[hartless_cowboy]

That was why Lindsey bought the whole bottle and it was a good part empty.

"Gabriel," he surprised himself by answering.

He tried to pour himself another measure of the whiskey and, apparently he was more tipsy than he thought. His glass started to weave across the table and he had to hold it still before he poured so as not to waste the whiskey.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had to think for a moment to remember who Gabriel was. He couldn't but frowned anyway. "Sorry."

Catching Lindsey's hand he poured the man the shot. "Keep it up I'm walking you to your room."

[hartless_cowboy]

Chris' expression was too obvious that he had no idea who Lindsey was talking about. "He's from my district," he clarified, then muttered a soft "thanks" under his breath about the drink.

He also blatantly ignored what Chris said about walking him to his room. It should be Gabriel doing that. Damnit, he couldn't believe he actually missed the guy that much.

"What, you didn't hear about how we turned the last arena into public porn? Their fault for not giving us any privacy."

[big_badass_hero]

Chris actually choked on his drink a moment at the last bit. He hadn't heard about it.

"Was it worth it?" Was the only thing that came to mind, and out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Way to go Chris!

[tis_allgood]

"A man with such a sour face should not be allowed to drink alone."

And since Cuthbert couldn't get reliable service in any given bar due to his age, he was eager to make a friend who might be willing to share a story and a bottle with him.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey in good conscious should be questioning the kid's presence in a bar, but if they can throw them into the Arena to murder one another, he doubted getting a little inebriated was their top concern. So he waved for the bartender to grab him an extra glass and poured the kid a drink from his overly expensive whiskey.

"You're right. Then join me." He pushed the glass over. "Strong stuff... the good stuff."

[tis_allgood]

"Just the way I like it."

Which isn't to say he's had a lot of it, and he will probably end up way too drunk if he's not careful. But this is a good start to a conversation and Bert does like to meet new people. He takes the offered glass and nods in thanks.

"So what brought you here and gave you that look? Or would you rather drink to forget?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"Not drinking to remember," Lindsey agreed as he all but downed his own glass in a burning swallow and gave himself a refill too. Though he did give the kid a bleary look that might be suggesting the boy shouldn't do as he did. Not that he minded treating the kid more or cared that the boy got drunk, but with how Lindsey was drinking, he might actually need that alcohol.

"So, does my young drinking partner have a name?" He couldn't recall if he saw the boy before or not. He looked familiar though, might be a tribute.

[tis_allgood]

"Cuthbert Allgood, if it please you. It certainly pleases me." He held up his glass in a miniature salute before taking a sip. It was more than he was used to, but he managed to get it down without coughing.

"This will make you forget your name and mine, say true." He swirled it around the glass as a distraction from having to take another drink. "What shall I call you, provided I do not forget it at the bottom of my glass."

[hartless_cowboy]

That was certainly a very interesting speech pattern. A little archaic, definitely not from the 22nd century of butchered American English. "Yeah, it'll make you drunk," he answered plainly with a little smirk passing his lips. "It just hasn't seemed to lived up to its reputation yet."

Taking another gulp to hurry the process along, he had to breathe through his nose deeply to not cough himself from how strongly that went down. "I'm Lindsey," he added with a raise of his glass. "And you're a tribute." Because he highly doubted anyone from the Capitol spoke with archaic tongue.

[tis_allgood]

"Mayhap it just needs a bit more time." He took another drink.

He nodded at Lindsey, both as an acceptance of his introduction and to respond to his question.

"Aye, so I am. Cuthbert Allgood, and well met Sai Lindsey." He raised his glass but didn't take a drink. "Am I to assume you're a tribute as well?"

[hartless_cowboy]

"Yup, living the life." He gave a mock salute with his glass before draining the rest of it. "Just Lindsey... though I don't know that form of address. Sai, what language is that?"

The perfect conversation, talking about dead languages instead of his problems.

[whosalicewhite]

Parker is standing in a corner, wondering how many beer bottles she can hit him over the head with until he dies.

[hartless_cowboy]

Then good thing Lindsey had no idea that a specter of malevolence was watching him. Hopefully he could drink in his misery without that added knowledge.

[whosalicewhite]

Well, perhaps without knowledge as to who the malevolent spectre is, but he may notice napkins, crunched into paper balls, thrown at his head.

Some of them may even be drenched in beer.

When he tries to trace the path of the paper, there will only be empty spaces.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot had been looking for Parker and Lindsey all night. He hadn't really expected to find them in the same place, especially since Parker had complained that Lindsey was "mean." Which meant she had to be up to something.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey though was getting incredibly frustrated. Bad enough that he wasn't getting drunk as fast as he would like, someone throwing wet wads of paper at him was more than he wanted to handle.

So when the next ball came, he turned and threw his empty glass back in that direction. He didn't care if he got the culprit or not, better if he did but it was just satisfying to hear the glass break.

[whosalicewhite]

Parker is well out of the way of the flying glass, but the irritated reaction makes her grin. She'd like to drive him crazy: it could be a pet project or something.

He deserves worse for what he did, but if he's going to throw a glass, perhaps Parker might toss one as well -- like the one she's just pulled from a server's tray.

You two are gonna give Eliot gray hair!

[retrieverchef]

Eliot groaned at the sight. He went after Parker first. He knew she'd just escalate things. The last thing he wanted was to see either of them executed for accidentally killing someone else in this stupid fight.

He bumped into Parker, hopefully distracting her enough to get the glass away from her. "Not here, Parker."

He'd look good with silver hair.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey couldn't catch sight of his attacker, but it was impossible to miss Eliot coming in. Following the trail of where Eliot went, Lindsey finally saw who it was that had been harassing him.

"Oh, another sore loser." Letting Eliot deal with the crazy one, Lindsey returned to his drink.