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[OPEN] ► Capitol - A bar | Getting Drunk

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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Chris' question jolted Lindsey into considering what he hadn't before. Did they get rid of Gabriel because if what they did? But why Gabriel, not him?

"Sure," he answered flippantly with a offhand wave. "Can you think of something the arena needs more? Love, but sex will do."

Chris chuckled a little at that. "And here I missed it hanging out with the pretty little blond friend of Eliot's."

"They must've thought we were really bad influence." Lindsey followed it with a bitter laugh and worked to pour more of his whiskey. "Sounds typical of what they'd do... What I would've done."

Again, the glass looked like it wanted to run away, so he steadied it with his hand. When that didn't seem to work, he blinked very hard to try to clear his vision.

Chris grabbed the bottle from him. "Why don't you start goin' easy on that." He did pour him half a glass though.

"I don't think I would have... But that's because it kinda makes for better entertainment." Hey he's a guy and yes one of his favorite places back home is a strip club, amazingly it's not for the girls, they make killer hot wings from scratch.

Lindsey made an unhappy noise when Chris took his bottle, but the half glass that returned was enough to settle him for the moment.

"Can't control people who'd break the rules," Lindsey pointed out. He must be really getting drunk after all if he was saying these things. "Better to separate them, divide and conquer. Easier to control that way."

"Yeah, hopefully he's okay. And don' worry as long as you don't come at me with a blade again I'll watch your back in there. Don't think we could get into too much trouble though."

"Hasn't heard from him in a week... no one's heard from him." Given the track record here, that wasn't a good sign at all. Why Lindsey wrote Gabriel off as dead and figured it was probably best if he was.

"You'll watch my back?" He laughed and made very good headway with his half glass. "Don't need to have my back watched."

"Damn..."

At Lindsey's laugh he chuckled. "Yeah, if you can make it to the door without help I'll believe it Lindsey." He doubted the guy would make it five steps.

"Not looking to make it to the door," Lindsey argued, showing that he might be drunk but he could still make an argument.

"I'm looking for my bottle." He reached out for the bottle on the other side of Chris. He had emptied his half glass already and wanted more. If he could walk out that door, he wasn't drunk enough.

Chris kept an arm out to block him, he wasn't going to just hand the bottle back over, Lindsey looked like if he kept it up he'd be in medical for alcohol poisoning.

And he wasn't sure with how this place was... that they'd have treatments for it. Probably do but yeah... why risk it

"Lindsey, really, you think he'd want you to be doing this?"

The question made so little sense to Lindsey's inebriated mind that Lindsey only stared back drunkenly. "What?" he asked, not understanding who the 'he' was or why would anyone think to stop him from getting drunk.

He made an annoyed noise and tried to get around Chris for the bottle. "Out of my way. I paid for the whole thing, I'm drinking it."

"You think he'd want you to get shit faced drunk in public?" Chris kept him from the bottle. "If you can get past me then fine I'll let you have it, but if not, we'll take it with us and you're going to bed."

"No, I think he'd join me." Lindsey grinned a bit at that thought, remembering the crazy things that he and Gabriel would do. It wasn't much, but he really thought he found a good companion with the angel.

Recalling the present though, his grin twisted and became a sardonic expression. Still, he tried to reach across Chris, a little disoriented, to grab his bottle. "No point in bringing it back when I can perfectly finish it here."

"And here I thought Eliot was the one who wasn't as discreet. Come on, let's head back before you say something to get your head knocked of Lindsey."

"There's nothing indiscreet about drinking!" He stopped his attempts at reaching his bottle to give Chris a drunken look of annoyance. "Why're you here?"

"No but mouthing off, thought you and Eliot were better about that than I was." He had a smug grin. "Though if you want to cause trouble fine." He handed over the bottle. Lindsey had done a good job with trying to get it.

"Nothing wrong with some old fashioned grumbling," Lindsey mumbled, but he could, sorta, see Chris' logic and held back from pouring another glass. He stared sullenly at the bottle though like it was the glass' fault.

"There, you're happy?" He pushed the bottle away but not out of reach just yet.

It's actually a sad day when Chris's logic gets a lawyer to stop their actions! Though Chris ordered them two beers, it was something you had to slow down to drink. He'd ease the man out of the hangover he was going to have.

"Yes, would suck to have to drag you back to the tower because you picked a fight with peacekeepers."

Lindsey snorted but accepted the gift of a beer. It was almost enough to allow him to forgive Chris for interfering with his master plan of getting drunk. "If I picked a fight with peacekeepers," Lindsey pointed out, "They'd be the one doing the dragging. Not you."

Chris laughed. "Oh come on, they'd be dragging us both out."

"I think they might be doing a bit more than drag." That was definitely the drink talking, and having enough sense to realize it this time, Lindsey grinned and got up. "But sure, Chris, help me get back to my bed."

He remembered the fight in the arena with Lindsey. "Okay you have a point, but damn that would be impressive to watch on the 5 o'clock." He meant news, but hey it's when he caught the local back home.

Lindsey knew full well what Chris was talking about, of course, but it seemed the other tribute missed what he meant. Just as well, it wasn't a good thing to share anyway. "Sure, get us booted out of the Capitol and mine coal in some outskirt district. What a way to go."

Standing proved to be more of a challenge than he last recalled and his first step was unsteady. Perhaps staying and finishing that beer was a good idea after all.

Chris did, but his banter was more for those listening in. He liked to keep up the dumb as a rock. Wouldn't want them to know he's actually paying attention to everything they're doing around him after all.

"You think you'd last in a coal mine? Really you look like a bookworm." He gave a grin.

"I do not," Lindsey retorted, pointing back at Chris with one finger. "Killed you, didn't I?" If Chris wanted to think he got stabbed by a bookworm, then he was just insulting himself.

"Anyway, I swore off books ever since I made the bar."

[OPEN] ► Capitol - A bar | Getting Drunk

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