#118.vb

There were not that many people there. Like, as far as Victory Ball attendance went, not many were there to celebrate his victory and the people that he had killed and the people that had died so that he could win. It seemed right, in a way, but thinking about it all was overwhelming, and as he stood in the entry way, looking the sparse crowd over, he silently prayed that a friendly face would approach him and make the entire situation less uncomfortable. His eyes then landed on someone walking his way, and he smiled at them as they began to approach, hoping that they were making their way to the door behind him instead of making their way to him to talk.

The ball seemed to be going on longer than the Presidential Ball had. Maybe it was because the room was emptier, maybe it was because she was so worried about everyone else who was stuck in the Districts, but whatever the reason was, it was eating her alive. She needed additional help to get her through the evening and to keep up the persona for that long, so she sat at the bar, ordering a rum and coke, and tapping her fingers on the bar, trying desperately to take her mind off of every worry she had. // starter for @hermesmagnifico