| Who| Oceana and all y'all
What| it's between arenas, and everyone's favorite trash mermaid is a bit restless.
Where| the Tribute Center during the day, and a swanky bar in the Capitol in the evening.
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| Language??
one. daytime
There are definitely other things Oceana needs to be working on right now. After all, the next Arena is never far out of sight, and her tributes will need things to wear. But if she has to spend another minute holed up in her workshop she's pretty sure she's going to flip her lid. So she decides to strut her stuff around the tower instead, making the rounds--peeking in on some friends and making some social calls dressed in a black catsuit, giant rhinestone belt, patent leather pumps and a positively huge blonde wig that doesn't appear to have been brushed, ever.
She also finds herself making a kitchen stop, because a bitch gets hungry and nothing fills her up better than a cup o' noodles and the hottest hot sauce she can find. Don't interrupt her when she's trying to eat, though. She can and will cut a bitch.
two. out on the town
By evening, Oceana's desire to socialize has turned into a desire to socialize while imbibing astonishing amounts of alcohol, so she changes into a sequined minidress and heads out to find somewhere dark and swanky with loud music where she can do so.
"Vodka, straight, in a martini glass," she orders in a bored tone. "Ooh, and could you put like, six olives on there?" The queen smiles, teeth frames by a lush red pout. "A girl's gotta eat, right?" Apparently the bartender isn't into six-foot tall men in dresses and heels, so she turns to the person next to her.
"Wow, no sense of humor at all. Screw that, I'm fucking hilarious." |
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