[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]

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."