#post-ball

post-ball dinner || 11.8

“You,” Maverick said, pointing a finger at Abel, “and me,” he turned the same finger on himself, “are gonna get fucked up.” He was already partway there, having drunk before seeing Abel, but his friend was in District Two and as it had only been a few weeks since Alder dumped him, he was very much ready to get absolutely out of his mind. He knew that Abel wasn’t having much better of a time lately and so meeting at a club sounded like a great idea.

The view of the Capitol from the Pig was that of streaming glitter, the spring sun bouncing off of the buildings and illuminating the streets. It was objectively beautiful, but the shine was off after visiting Six. The central city there had been nothing compared to this, and meeting with the rebels had brought a sick taste to her mouth about the country she lived in. While her brother seemed to have more hope after the meeting, she herself suppressed any feelings of optimism naturally, and this time was no exception.

Gaston's After Party || Open