haymitch

[polyapathy]

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[oraculi]

So . . . what, there's been ten murderers the whole time, and they're just doing it one by one til they're all caught, hoping they aren't?

[It's not the most outlandish thing he's ever heard. Honestly, it sounds like something from the Games, some sick twist to make the whole thing more exciting.]

. . . well, shit.

[polyapathy]

Who's to say how many, but yeah, that's about the sum of it.

[She pauses to take a drag of her cigarette.]

So, it's not me. We're good.

[oraculi]

[There's just a moment's pause.]

Yeah. We're good.

Don't pull this shit again, though.

[polyapathy]

Trust me, I've learned my lesson.

[She wrinkles her nose, and then moves to lean against the railing.]

She wasn't even that good, you know. Totally overhyped.

[oraculi]

[He scoffs.]

Are you that surprised?

[polyapathy]

Mm. No.

[She offers him the cigarette.]

Disappointed, though. When it comes to women, the pickings are pretty damn slim around here.

[oraculi]

Oh, my deepest sympathies. Maybe your next stay here will be more accommodating.

[It's the right words, but his tone lacks the usual drawl of sarcasm, falling just shy.]

Come on. Let's get in before curfew hits.

[polyapathy]

[She watches him a moment, debating whether or not to tell him to go on ahead while she finishes her cigarette. But, mm, she should ration them, anyway. She carefully stubs it out on the railing.]

Fine.

[It's not cold, exactly, but tired. She expected worse, but that doesn't make it easier to swallow.

Oh well. They'll have one awkward night, and it'll suck, but he can't stay mad at her forever. Or annoyed with, or... whatever this is.]