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Who: Azula and Open to All
What: People watching and making herself available.
Where: The Training Center Bar
When: Anytime, pick.
warnings: Nothing yet but give it time.

Before the arena, Azula had never drank. Not seriously really.

Sure the occasional glass of bubbly or wine at one of her fathers business parties, but she had always been so focused on her goals of physical and mental perfection that she had dismissed the opportunity to drink enough to be buzzed or tipsy.

Now of course as the little bottle of Morphling in her pocket reminded her, her mind would never be perfect, so what could some alcohol hurt?

Still she was technically working so every drink she purchased she nursed her drink slowly and lingered over every drop. It would not due to have the newly returned mentor getting drunk in public. But staking out a corner booth in the bar where she could watch everyone and keep an eye out for Sponsors, tributes and other mentors was perfectly reasonable. It was for this reason she chose a booth facing the door where she would be very visible.

She really shouldn't be drinking in the first place given her medication needs. But this was one of the few areas where Azula scoffed at the law and did something she knew was bad for her simply for the case of "Because I want to shut up."

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AndrAIa looked down at her drink, avoiding Azula's- or anyone's- eyes. "I am not sure. We only kept count in games where the User had extra lives and we did not care who actually killed the User, as long as it was out of the way. We used to count games, but not anymore." It was easier to tell themselves that the next game would be the one to take them home, than think about how long they had been stranded, counted in the number of games that hadn't gotten them closer.

Azula felt her lips curl into a wicked smile while the girl was looking away and willed it to relax into something more natural.

"It gets so exhausting doesn't it. Game after game and no progress?" Taking the time to delicately spoon some more cream from the top of her shake into her perfectly painted lips.

AndrAIa stopped sipping and bit her lip, feeling the start of tears. "It- should not feel so defeating. We do not get home, but we still win the games and save the sectors from being Nullified. Once we even rid a system of a virus! We are doing good for sprites and systems! Just- not for home."

"And now you're here, playing a new game where even if you do win? You won't be helping anyone." She mused watching her carefully.

She didn't mention helping out the district she was fighting for. After all it barely helped to begin with.