Jan 27, 2023
@bcdblccd
She was sat at the bar top in the tower lobby, a lowball glass of whiskey between her hands and her eyes on the screen above the bar. She’d been here less than twelve hours, coming to the rescue when Trixanna needed to return home to deal with a sick child, but already found herself situated at the bar. Her eyes flicked to the side when she heard the stool beside her scoot against the floor. “Fuck off, Ambre,” She muttered, “seat’s taken.” Too bad it was illegal to kill a fellow victor. Her gaze returned to the screen. Those stupid babies all had seemed to return to their base, it was only a matter of time before the gamemakers threw something else the tributes’ way.