Happy Hour (Ami)

Belle Germaine

Walking into the local family owned bar and restaurant, Belle sniffed in disdain. Honestly, she had no idea why she had ever decided to go into such a place like... Well, like this. This wasn't her usual kind of hang out, and it definitely wasn't the kind of place she was often seen going into. Maybe that's why you're here, a small voice in the back of Belle's head told her. To escape everything else. Sighing, the blonde walked through the doorway and over the threshold into the loud, and very busy, building.

All of the different sounds and smells were almost obnoxious as they overwhelmed the girl's senses. Most of the room was filled with the typical kind of people Belle deals with, flirts and snobs galore. She could practically hear the sickeningly sweet voices of some of the girls as they flirted with the boys there. Rolling her eyes, Belle quickly walked to an empty bench in the corner, simply to observe.

Settling herself down on the bench, Belle tried to pick out someone who may be easily talked into buying her a drink. It wasn't that her family had no money. In fact, it was quite the opposite. The Germaine family had money galore, but Belle had left her allowance at home. She hadn't planned on stopping for a drink after training, just going straight home. However, things never seem to go as planned for you... The voice in her head was back.

"Is it alright if I sit down?" Belle jumped at the new voice and question, both obviously directed at her. She mentally smacked herself for not paying attention. Sizing the young man in front of her up, Belle smiled. She could definitely convince him to get her a drink.

"Perfectly fine with me."

Belle Germaine:

Belle blinked once, then twice, processing all of the information that was just given to her. Maybe her inquiry hadn't been the best question, but it got the attention off of her. Now, she knew that Hero was a career, had a friend who was one against their wishes, and hated District 12. And Belle didn't have to say a word. However, now the conversation was directed back to her. Taking a ling sip of her drink, Belle decided how much she should tell the young man sitting next to her.

"Technically, yes. I guess I am a career. At least, I go to the training and participate in the different lessons and activites. Personally, I don't really care who it is in the arena. I'd make alliances with the ones I think had potential to survive if I were reaped, that's for sure. However, in there it's kill or be killed. I'll get rid of the competition at the best opportunity. You can't let your fears or anything else get to you in the arena. Otherwise, you can be sure it's a certain death."

Looking up, Belle realized she had said too much. She had explained too much of her personal opinion. What had happened to giving short, uninformative answers? Mentally, the blonde smacked herself. She should probably leave before the conversation got too much in depth, but Belle couldn't quite make herself get up and go. Instead, she quickly changed the subject.

"So, Hero. Have any friends? Anyone you're supposed to be meeting here?"

Belle Geramine:

Taking another sip of her drink, Belle noticed that hers was half empty. She was going to try and leave after she finished this drink, but it didn't look like that was going to happen. Hero had just gotten her another one, and what was the point in letting it go to waste? She wasn't going to drink it all at once though. It would just all rush to her head, causing Belle to make some rash decision or other. That would not be good, especially if she didn't want Ansel to know where she had gone. However, she knew she still shouldn't have over one or two more drinks.

"Hero, if you ally yourself with a bunch of weaker tributes, where will that alliance get you? All they'll do is slow you down. I guess it's fine if you don't make an alliance, but that doesn't necessarily mean the alliance wouldn't help you. If you go into the Games with an alliance, that'll at least give you more power in numbers. Albeit, I wouldn't ally myself with someone unless I think that they had a unique quality or talent that would help me to survive. Just because we actually train for the Games doesn't necessarily mean we are destined to win. It gives us a better chance at victory, yes, but nothing set in stone."

Putting her cup down, Belle pulled her glove up a little higher. It's a habit she developed when she was little. Whenever she was worrying about something, which was seldom, or thinking she'd make sure it was in place. Hero had said he had a friend coming. That would be the perfect chance to leave. She could wait until then. Belle was in absolutely no rush to go home to Ansel and Lidia, and listen as the two of them pretended to care about her. No thank you.

"I guess I have time for one more drink. Thanks."

Belle Germaine:

Taking the cup, Belle considered what Hero had said. He was right, in a way, that if she chose to ally herself with someone she would need to be able to get away from them as unscathed as possible. And she'd definiteky make sure she could be able to kill them if necessary. She'd prefer not to, to let other kids in the arena do the dirty work. But in a worse case scenario, she would need to.

Belle pointedly ignored the part where he had asked if she was cold. Too many people wanted to know why she wore a glove, and if she told everyon who asked what would the point of the glove be any more? Belle hush burn mark for a reason. Setting down the cup, she answered Hero's statement with one of her own. He seemed to be genuinely kind when he wanted to be, and that wasn't a common thing Belle saw in people here in their district. Albeit, he did ask a lot of question, but she cld deal with that. She almost enjoyed talking to him.

"I agree with you about needing to be able to kill the others. If you make an alliance, you can't get attached. Bu not a lot of victors have made it through the arena completely alone. Many of the victors you see have had at least one alliance with one other person. It just depends on whether you're the kind of person who has what it takes to win this thing alone."

Belle Germaine:

Freezing momentarily Belle realized he just said his friend might not be coming. Sighing, she picked up another drink. How many was this? Two, or maybe it was three. After this drink, she really couldn't have another one. It was starting to go to her head. She'd have to come up with some other way to leave. For now, she may as well answer Hero's question.

"What really bugs me? I guess I really dislike people who have nothing to offer. I find them a little annoying, and in someways useless. That sounds shallow, but I can't deal with those kinds of people."

Belle didn't even bother to try and judge Hero's reaction to her statement. She had given up on the nice act a while ago, after all, she had gotten what she came for. Besides, after a statement like that, most people are either surprised or disgusted by what she's said. Belle figured she might as well ask him the same question. She was actually genuinely interested in what his answer might be. This was the closest she'd let herself come to actually getting to know someone in a long time.

"What about you? What annoys you and really get on your nerves?"