When Artemis had found out the true results of the quell, she hadn't quite believed it. To be a Victor, for a Career at least, was the highest honour. It showed you were trained to the highest calibre and you cod survive anything- to have it taken away at the last moment by having all the dead tributes resserected felt like a cop out. Cheating.
If Aretmis had been the victor she would have been beyond pissed, but she wasn't. Her name hadn't even been called which felt like a cop out too but that was another story. With all the celebration of the new Victor arriving in Two, Artemis's old wounds resurfaced and memories she would rather forget came to the surface-
And so she decided to drink them away.
She had only finished the one glass of Scotch at the bar when she noticed someone sitting all by themselves. Slamming the glass down on the bar top, she jerked her head in the direction of the stranger. "Two Scotches, one for me and one for the dame"
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but inourselves.”