[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.

Comments

[big_badass_hero]

"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."

[hartless_cowboy]

"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."

[big_badass_hero]

"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."

[hartless_cowboy]

"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?"

[big_badass_hero]

"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.

[hartless_cowboy]

"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.

[big_badass_hero]

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."

[hartless_cowboy]

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."

[big_badass_hero]

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

[hartless_cowboy]

"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."

[big_badass_hero]

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.

[hartless_cowboy]

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.

[big_badass_hero]

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.

[hartless_cowboy]

"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."

[big_badass_hero]

"That was a lucky kill! How'd I know you'd do whatever it was with my knife." Chris huffed a little. "Next time won't be so easy. Hope the gloves helped ya though."

"I haven't cracked one open since getting my pilot's license." There was a hint of loss in the comment, he really wanted to fly again.

[hartless_cowboy]

Lindsey had to smirk a little at that. "More than they did you," he said, then lifted his beer up to toast Chris. The guy did sacrifice his life for his betterment, willingly or not.

"And that was all skills. Hell, I can do it again now, just give me a sword." He pointed a little drunkenly at Chris.

[big_badass_hero]

"Yeah like I'm going to arm you." Chris chuckled, he wouldn't even trust Lindsey with one of those swords they use for cocktail olives.

"Maybe in the training room tomorrow."

[hartless_cowboy]

"You stand no chance tomorrow," Lindsey said arrogantly, "And not much chance right now either." He grinned though, a slightly drunk expression and he pointed the neck of his bottle towards Chris.

"But sure, your choice. It's less embarrassing than losing to a drunk."