“Hand me the water” Dale said, pointing to the jug, not looking up from his phone. He’d thought it was an avox who’d walked into the room, and he wasn’t about to go fetch his own water when they were clearly looking for something to do.

Abel had just drained the end of his glass of whiskey and slid it across the bar, nodding to the bar man for another when he turned to smile at the person next to him, realising he’d recognised her from the tower. “Grace, right?” He confirmed, because he hadn’t had a proper chance to talk to her before, only knew her face really, but it was nice, to see a familiar face. Most people had left the Capitol once the ball ended, and he’d been a bit lonely, if he was completely honest, hated dropping Emme off with Rhi because then he’d have to fill his time with something other then changing nappies and cleaning bottles, and even though he didn’t particular enjoy those tasks, it kept him busy, kept him out of the bar.

“So, how long do you think it’ll be before people start wearing red or blue to show their loyalty to a certain team?” Luca asked, raising a brow as he nodded to the TV which was showing a breakdown of the team members.

he never forgot a face -- he might not be the most effective with names, but a face was something he easily tucked away and the second her saw her, this wasn’t a name he struggled with -- grace tuft, last of her family. wizengamot seat holder. it had been splashed across the papers so carelessly, he would be a fool if he didn’t recognize the girl. one short of an annihilated line -- fate had been kind for to her for a moment, he couldn’t help but wonder how quickly till that faded -- 

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