one outta two is bad. opal.

"For fucks sake."

Opal Earnest stood, hurling the glass in her hand against the wall beside the television. It shattered, the television protesting with an angry hiss as the wine in her glass spilled over the live wires that attached it to the wall. Scowling deeply she glared at the screen, before spinning and moving into the kitchen. She needed something stronger than vodka, something, anything. Shifting through her cupboards, she yanked on the handles until she found the drink she was looking for. The half empty bottle of Absinthe rattled against the marble counter as she slapped it down, moving on to finding a new glass, perhaps a sturdier one. It was a drink she hadn't touched since Potato had died, one of the best and fastest working ones that made the pain go away.

Unscrewing the lid of the bottle she walked back to the couch, throwing herself onto the cushions. Chaos raged, and as a tribute swung at Justice she ignored her glass, bringing the alcohol up to her cracked lips.

"I swear to Ripred, Justice, if you fucking die I'll kick your dead body." She snapped at the screen, waving an accusatory finger at his bloodied arm. She couldn't fucking believe that one of her two tributes was already dead. Holy shit, she should just fire herself right now. She took another swig. Why had she started caring? For this? They sucked even more now that she was paying attention. Ripred damn it all, she was probably the reason why they sucked. Perhaps if she ignored them they'd manage to crawl out of the bloodbath.

The drink burned her throat, but she kept swallowing, searching for the numbness that would soon come. "Fuck the lot of you." She choked down another mouthful of the drink, before giving the television the bird.