Liquid Courage • [Shrimp]

She can't sleep tonight, no matter how much she tosses and turns - she even ordered a warm cup of milk but that must just be an old wives' tale because all that's done so far is mess with her intestines.

On cue her stomach growls. Food sounds like a good idea. She slips out of bed and peels on some fuzzy socks that feel like heaven. Trudging to the elevator, Alice presses a button and she's sent downwards towards the mess hall and the main lobby. She knows that they must have some food still warm and ready to go - Capitolites have fucked up sleep schedules and seem to love two things in life: fighting and food. So, all in all, in a macabre sense, she gets it.

As in most instances, Alice is half-right. When she gets to the mess hall, much of it has been cleared. But after a bit of searching she stumbles upon the remants of what seems to have been a small reception. She grabs and noisily opens large bag of homemade potato chips, and grabs a bottle of what appears to be a Rosé Cider before sneaking back out.

She pops some chips into her mouth as she makes her way back to the elevator. And she knows her diet's been pretty shitty since she's got here but she's had some vegetables at the very least. She's been preparing for the inevitable, even if it doesn't look like it. But if she's going to be thrown into a world of murder in a few days, can't she have some fun before she goes?

She wants to live a little, explore a little. So she takes a left instead of heading back up, finding herself in a narrow hallway. There's a door on the side that seems to be open just a crack, so she takes a peek through the opening and finds-

"Moreno? The fuck you doing in here?" She blinks, then shoves her hand in the door.

"Want some chips?"