sweetheart

bev hollyhock. district six. - you could say my life's: a mess but i'm still looking p r e t t y in this dress

[bevhollyhock]

fennhavelock‌:

This girl is here to party, Fenn thought to himself, grinning. Hell yeah.

“Nice to meet you Bev,” Fenn grinned as he accepted the bottle. He plonked down on the floor beside the mixing cabinet, cross-legged, as he swigged from the bottle.”Fucking hell,” he gasped. “Whatever that is should not be allowed.” He felt the pink liquid burning down to his stomach. “I love it.”

He grabbed two glasses and two strawberries from the cabinet just above his head, put a strawberry in each and filled them with the drink. “There - it’s basically a fruit salad.” He offered a glass to Bev.

“So, Bev. I’ll hazard a guess that you’re not a mixologist by trade - what do you do?” Fenn laughed.

she sat down on the floor next to him without hesitation, taking the glass and another liberal sip. the strawberry did absolutely nothing to improve the taste, but at least it looked a whole lot nicer. “i’m from district six.” which she supposed was meant to conjure up some sort of imagery of cars, trains, progress. people putting all their time into movement. but she couldn’t say she’d ever participated in her district’s trade. she was more of a passive observer while her father ran a company stable enough to support the family. “i’m just a girl.” an ornament to the family name, posing no real threat. “and you’re a chef? i mean this fruit salad is great.”

[bevhollyhock]

aphrodite.

Aphrodite raised her eyebrow, looking down at the girl in awe of her relentless enthusiasm. Did she know where this train was headed? Everything that was going to go down as soon as they stepped off the train? It was endearing to see the girl smiling up at her with wide-eyes and her sweetheart voice.

“I love a girl that knows how to party.” She turned, looking for the whipped cream, finding a can on the counter behind them and giving it a shake.

She had never actually made this cocktail before, but had seen it done enough times to have a vague recollection of the process. But the whipped cream was being difficult, refusing to come out of the can no matter how much she tried.

“Fuck,” Aphrodite said, her gaze turning away from the tribute and down to the can, inspecting it to see if she was doing anything wrong. “Give me a second. I’m determined to get this to work.”

Her fingers fiddled with the top of the can, trying to figure out if there was anything blocking the cream from coming out or if there was some unknown stopper she hadn’t released.

“I’m Aphrodite,” she murmured, looking up and grinning at the girls comment, “And you’re Beverly?”

“how’d you know!” she clapped her hands together as if knowing her name was a magic trick she’d yet to see performed. there were twenty-four people on the train, and she hadn’t introduced herself to everyone yet. it was nice to be known. “i love that name. so classy—totally makes you sound like you’re from the capital.” it held every twist of mystery and intrigue that a bev did not. 

“you’re really going all out for this!” she watched aphrodite shake the whip cream can, though the struggle was apparent. she had no idea what could be causing the problem, her own abilities in life were minimal at best, revolving around keeping small talk going. “i promise i’m going to love it all the same, even if it’s missing the whipped cream.” 

[atticusforetveni]

Atticus had been resting, caught up in the border between sleeping and consciousness for most of the trip to the capitol. He had no intention of getting to know his fellow tributes, and no interest in enjoying the amenities provided to him, so he had elected to stay in his car while Beverly went out to enjoy herself. He read a worn, yellowing paper back and napped until he could fall into something more akin to actual sleep. Atticus figured by the time he woke, they’d be only hours away from the Capitol.  And yet now he found himself woken up by the sudden lurching of the train, nearly falling from his bed. Moments after he opened his eyes, he was thrown into darkness, and froze– waiting– until the announcement came on overhead. A delay. Was this a test? 

Atticus got out of bed and opened the door, his eyes adjusting to the dark and trying to pick out the outline of Beverly hidden in the shadows. He drifted down the halls of the train car, moving as silently as his large frame would allow, until he came across someone. “Beverly?” he asked, though they were far enough away that he was still unsure. 

[bevhollyhock]

“how’d you know?” even in the darkness the smile that coated her voice had to be obvious. she wished she could say that the situation had bearing on her feelings, but it didn’t. she simply loved atticus, never stopped loving him, and let it be the guiding point in her life. if anything, the situation only made it more obvious to her, that she was in the dark and yet he was right there looking for her all the same. 

“seems kinda severe for a curfew.” she tried for levity, eyes trying to adjust around his form. her hand fumbling in front of her in the dark, trying to find that consistent solid person. hoping he was reaching out all the same to catch her stumbling step. though the train had stopped moving, there was more to be said about the drinks she’d had. alcohol and adrenaline only cancelled themselves out when there was a threat. and there wasn’t one on this train. not with him so close. “were you searching for a long time?”

[bevhollyhock]

fennhavelock‌:

Fenn walked into the room, smiling at the blonde. He strode leisurely up towards the mixing cabinet and picked up a strawberry from the fruit tray.

“Strawberry sounds delicious,” he grinned, popping the berry into his mouth. “I’m useless at this though.” He looked around at the array of bottles, a few of which he recognised from his parents’ liquor cabinet, but most of which were alien to him.

“Maybe this one? It’s pink and if we drink enough of it maybe it’ll start to taste like strawberry.” He laughed at his companion and handed her the bottle.

“Fenn, by the way. And you are?”

“someone with the right attitude!” she could feel herself grinning ear to ear at the sudden enthusiasm turned on her. she was like a sunflower to such attentions. she hadn’t planned on getting drunk, just exploring, but who was she to say no to the opportunity. “i’m bev!” she uncapped the bottle and took a mess gulp of the liquid, coughing before offering it to her new companion in lou of a handshake. “definitely not strawberry, but i forgive you.”

[bevhollyhock]

aphrodite.

Aphrodite stopped dead in the doorway upon seeing the blondie waving her in. Another new face. District Six, if she remembered correctly, with a volunteer as a District Partner.

“Let me help you out there,” she said, making her way over to the bar and smiling down at the girl. She seemed sweet. Innocent.

Ducking behind the bar, Aphrodite looked for some ingredients that might be useful. Back in District Five there were a few cocktails she could recall that included strawberries, but for this girl in particular she was looking for something incredibly sweet.

She settled on a strawberry and cream cocktail she had been rather fond of, getting started on chopping up the strawberries and measuring out the Cachaça. 

“Do you like your drinks strong?” Her voice was soft as she began shaking the mixer.

she stepped aside immediately in favor of lettering the other tribute take over. “strong! sure i do—is there any other way to get a night started?” she laughed, a charmed little giggle at the work that was being done. whatever was happening, was already far beyond what her expectations had been. “thank you for rescuing me. i just know i would have made a mess!” she was never one to provide for herself. luckily people had a way of stepping in and helping her. this stranger was in exception. “what your name, my knight in shining armor?”

[bevhollyhock]

cal.

Calix had been attempted to find an empty car, but it seemed he’d failed. Not only was the stranger far too upbeat for where they were, but he didn’t know the first thing about mixing drinks. He considered turning on his heels and exiting immediately, but that wouldn’t help his reputation. So, instead, he forced himself forward, taking a seat at the bar and looking over at her attempt at a drink. “Y-You might be asking the worst person on the train about this,” he said. He didn’t know much about this tribute. Frankly, he’d been too in his head to remember names and faces. “But I can, uh…shake it, I guess?”

“don’t be so hard on yourself!” she chided, pushing the shaker she’d been pouring everything into in his direction. she figured even if it didn’t end up tasting like a strawberry ( really it was going to taste like alcohol no matter what she tried ), at least she’d spent the time with someone new. someone with a kind face and willing to talk. “well go on, shake it!” she’d offered, and who was she to deny one the small joys in life. “unless you think its missing something. anything to make it more pink!”

[bevhollyhock]

she knew that she should be resting. it was the smart thing to do, but she couldn’t say that she was very nervous about the train. nor the looming capital. instead she was mixing drinks, or at least attempting to, when the carriage door slid open and revealed another tribute. “want a drink?” she wasn’t much of a mixologist, but some combination of these bottles would have to make the night interesting. “i’m trying to make something strawberry flavored, i totally need a hand.”