Old Watering Hole // [Willow Ann & Mace]
Jun 5, 2017 13:26:31 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 5, 2017 13:26:31 GMT -5
♕ m a c e ♕
❝ one more word,
and you won't survive ❞
He hadn't properly appreciated how much time Marlboro must have spent around strangers. It was different than being in the Capitol; there, he could ignore everyone and they still loved him. Now, as part of his Mayoral campaign, Mace spent the daylight hours in the district, shaking hands and attempting conversation. He fell into bed every night, at least as exhausted as his pregnant partner. He wondered every morning if he was really cut out for it.
And then he remembered that Marlboro was gone and someone needed to stand between the Capitol and District Ten.
The day warmed quickly, much to his relief. He'd chosen a faded pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. His belt buckle was the flashiest thing about the outfit. The silver caught a shard of sunlight as Mace ducked into the local watering hole. He had no business being in a bar; he didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he didn't gossip. But Regalia had worn him down. It was, undoubtedly, the best place to meet people he didn't know.
He ordered a glass of sparkling water and retreated to the back. It was dusty and loud, but at least it was warm. He sipped at the edge of the glass, wondering which group he should approach. Everyone else looked so comfortable, so delighted to be there. Well, everyone except for the redhead who had just walked through the door.
He blinked and crossed the room.
"Willow Ann Lexington, ain't you a sight." He attempted a smile and then opened his palm to her. "Nice to finally meet ya."
And that's all he got to say, despite actually wanting to speak for the first time all day. A chorus went up around the room. Apparently it was too much for the local drunks to see competitor Mayors chatting politely. In a flurry they cleared the tables from the middle of the room and then set up two chairs, directing Mace to one and Willow Ann to the other.
"We're gonna have ourselves a proper debate."
"But we're missing Fowley -" Mace protested, to deaf ears. Someone shoved a beer into his free hand and stole his water. Mace very nearly upended it but decided it wasn't worth a scolding whenever Regalia heard about it. He hunched over not-his beer and waited for the crowd to quiet.
"Well? What're you waitin' for? Get debatin'!"
With a sigh, he shrugged. "Ladies first."