foreign formalities { t / t } 94th vt
Sept 8, 2023 10:53:47 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Sept 8, 2023 10:53:47 GMT -5
You ever have a conversation with your mom and she asks like, the most stupid shit ever? Like if you have “x” thing to do tomorrow as if she doesn’t know your schedule anyway - come on, mom. They should know better but the questions still flow as if it’s just general knowledge. Momma asked if I was free now. Like the new victor meant that I was essentially released from my Capitol duties, and god damn, she’s a fuckin’ brick.
I told her ”no, I’m still required to go to events,” and her secondary question was that if she could join the dinner for the victory tour. An exasperated sigh escaped my mouth as I rolled my eyes at her - she is so self-centered. Guess I know where I got it from, at least.
Tonight was the dinner to welcome Torian into the victors circle. It was expected he’d receive a few sour faces entering. He did kill Lara, which was natural to provide him a few unhappy faces. But I’ve been unfortunate enough to receive that energy - through Niko’s family, to Dyno’s sister, people fuckin’ hate me for being alive. It’s going to suck. While I’ve never been the guy of social refuge, I want to help him out. For once, I’m not sporting that annoying ass pink Janie’s been obsessed with. Tonight is a white, which seems too pure for the event leading this dinner. District Eight hasn’t ever been a phenomenal party host, they seem to be trying their best.
The waitresses offer glasses of wines, but god, I don’t need any alcohol. Tonight would be so much fuckin worse with any alcohol in my veins, how much pressure there is to look good. For now, a fizzzier drink does enough to suffice. District Eight was a big fan of maroons and purples, various velvety type substances after inheriting luxury as an industry. It made the place feel royal, eloquent, despite the grimey streets that lay behind it. I’m not one for theatrics, but I buy in to the kindness they ask for me to provide for now. He has to be on edge, he’s just a kid, man. I would’ve gone insane if I was his age.
Kid’s fuckin brave, I’ll give him that.
He soon comes around the corner, and I have to try and put on some sort of face. Torian may be able to see right through it, but we’re big news for each others’ districts. ”Hey,” I start, but not really sure where to take my introduction. This wasn’t in the cue cards Rafael gave - Rafael isn’t even here to whip me into shape anyway. Who the hell is gonna tell me what to do now? My hand reaches out, offering a handshake. I don’t know what to do, man. I just don’t want to fuck this up for him. ”Uh, welcome to Eight. I guess.” It’s not a special place, clearly.
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