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
















