bathroom blues [annie/quest] [blitz]

Strange that the happiest I’d been turned out to be at a ball celebrating the symbols of oppression, our boys and girls in white.

Letting myself lighten up every once and I while had started to yield all sorts of dividends. First that I’d moved out of my parent’s shitty apartment, opened a bar, and took control of my life. Then there was the fact that after being forced into therapy I discovered a real interest in understanding how people thought. A few years from now and these turkeys would have to call me Dr. Hertz.

And tonight there’d been Venn.

I’d excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up, but stayed a moment to look myself over in the mirror. I was drunk enough to ruminate on how good all of it was, that I was, yes, amazing, and that things might’ve been on an upswing. So as I smoothed out my hair and adjusted my suit, I kept focus on myself, and not the woman who came in looking like she’d seen a ghost.

'Mind vacating here? I need a second to – ” I turned to face her, and it was then that the two of us, sizing one another up, recognized one another. ‘Wait… weren’t you in the 80th with me? Quest Right?’

I had never met Annie in the flesh, aside from the bloodbath. In my six days in the games, we never crossed paths, so it felt like the living embodiment of a shrug that this was the girl that had snatched the crown. When I’d watched the finale I’d been rooting for Shy, and after he died, turned my attention back to counting the ceiling tiles in our little cell block.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” I replied, reserving a small smile for her. I raised my eyebrows at the sight of her outfit. “Boy, they’ve tarted you up tonight haven’t they?” It always made me chuckle seeing how they put the victors together. Poor sap. I leaned forward over one of the sinks, and adjusted my tie in the mirror.

“I don’t think they could’ve ever gotten me to wear a dress if it were me. But god bless yah, Annie.”