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Ever since her victory in her Hunger Games, Emerald always insisted that she needed to drink enough to satisfy both her and Silver. A habit that formed rather quickly and often got the Victor into trouble with at least two people. So it was to be expected that her tongue was much looser than it usually was, much the misfortune of anyone who would come across her line of sight.

Another glass of wine was in her hand. She received a few worried looks from some of the other party goers, yet none would step in to say anything to her. After Haymitch, most had learned that it’s best to leave the Victors be when it came to their alcohol consumption. While she was not nearly the drinker the deceased Victor was, Emerald still was known to be seen at any function with a drink in hand at all times.

“We should find something to do,” she mumbled as she looked into her glass. Yet many had already fallen into their little cliques and social groups by this time, and the brunette had grown bored of her usual company by this point in the party. Surely there was someone who could entertain her company amongst all these people.

Yet pleasant company was difficult to search for once the familiar grating sound of a certain District 7 Victor’s voice could be heard through all the chatter and music. Of course she of all people would be here, Silver grumbled in her mind. An agitated sigh left her lips as her feet carried her towards the source of the voice. The two Victors had never gotten along, with Aspen’s “relationship” with Emerald’s classmate and friend and the District 1 girl’s disapproval of Alexis’ weakness. The two always found each other to butt heads, and this event would be no different.