#126 vb

Vodka, Rum, Gin... It all worked great and willow didn’t care as she stole shots off passing trays. Not only that but she passed her drunkenness' off well as just enjoying the party, especially as she encouraged others at the bar to indulge more “Go on Paul! Don’t be silly, one more glass of cognac never hurt! We have a victor to celebrate!” The old man with the blue sparkling beard laughed and took another sip of his expensive spirit. 

When she noticed a familiar face appear nearby she then reached for Everett’s arm and tugged on his sleeve, for such a tiny looking ragdoll; Willow had a surprisingly strong grasp “Mr. Lance! You should have a drink with us! Paul is too slow, I need someone to keep up!”

Rodrick hated most capitol people, but Lysander was one of those names that just made him itch with fury. He was decent at hiding his emotions, if there was anyone he didn’t want to piss off it was the vulture himself. 

He sat by the bar, sipping on one of the many ridiculous cocktails on offer for the evening before greeting the game maker with a nod “Mr. Vultur. Good to see you alive and well... Given the horrors of the last few weeks.” Of course if anyone was going to make it out of the capitol alive, it would have to be him.

She stared blankly into her neon green drink for a few moments, as people partied around her and moved about the ball. She was deep in thought about how she was going to try and save Prim from her imprisonment... At least before noticing someone had come up to her and she smiled softly when she noticed it was Clementine; see enough girl.

“Oh, hello there Miss Bellerose. Good to see you are alright. How are you enjoying the evening?”

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Rodrick stood by the door to his assigned underground apartments, waiting to walk to the ball where most of the party was just starting to rage on. Music resonated through the halls, but they were very far from home here and far away from the trauma earlier in the month. 

Rodrick looked at Ashton as he walked out, seeing him dressed in his blue naval inspired getup, and then sighed “You look very handsome... I quite like blue on you, not to mention to octopus.” He said pointing them out, however Rodrick seemed off but he was desperately trying to not make things feel too weird.  

“Are you ready?” Rodrick had a feeling, something bad was going to happen that night.

Willow as drunk as she was now, practically flopped into the the love seat next to Lara with a pout “Okay... Okay, so explain to me again; what is the idea behind mixing the soft lacy stuff with the kinky leather straps? ‘Cus I have small country brain...”

Honestly, Willow respected Lara’s eye for fashion as she constantly got compliments from the capitol people at events... She just personally, didn’t get it.

“If you fell off a boat, they could easily find you in a dark stormy sea... Just think about it that way. You are extremely visible.” He then took note of the boots “-those aren’t bad, a tad boring compared to the pink... Should have went with white.”

She had been relaxing by enjoying time with her date, however it seemed as though sky had gone missing and she was now alone. To help calm her nerves she quickly found someone else to distract her mind with instead. Hestia seemed entertaining enough, and she was very nice from Willow’s knowledge. 

“Hey there Miss mama Ember, how is it popping? How is the evening going for you, is it groovy?” Willow said in an enthusiastic tone, excited to see some friendly faces even if she was dressed in all of the frills and the location of the ball was questionable at best.

“Great spirits above, did anyone else realize that we are like... Underground?” Willow had managed her claustrophobia well up until that point, enjoying her night of drinking and partying without pause. However, now she was feeling nauseous just thinking of all the cement walls caving in on her and crushing everyone inside... Her shot glass quickly hit the table.

Was that the president’s plan all along? Kill their leader and then murder everyone inside so the rebellion was completely squashed without question? Oh no, no no no no! Willow got up from her barstool and rushed around looking for a familiar face.

She finally found the all too familiar face of Addy and clung to her desperately in a panic; “Oh my god Addy, the world is spinning and it’s going to cave in and kill us all. You need to help me!”