Peeta Mellark (![]() ![]() @ 2012-07-19 14:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dice, {dean winchester, {peeta mellark |
Characters: Peeta Mellark & Dean Winchester
When: Thursday evening
Location: Parlor car
Warnings/Rating: Drinking, maybe some cursing.
Summary: Peeta comes out of hibernation and resorts to drinking. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't turn out well. Dean probably won't be pleased.
He'd been watching the storm since it was nothing more than a dark grey presence on the horizon. Peeta didn't know how much time had passed until it finally caught up to the train in the form of heavy sheets of rain, frequent claps of thunder and flashes of lightening. It reminded him of home, for some reason. A particular day, even. Still, he couldn't put his finger on exactly what memory he was trying to reach. It seemed so distant from him now, like the world he'd been forced to leave behind.
Keeping to himself the past couple of days helped him regain some peace of mind. The people he met so far were mostly nice to him and understanding of his doubts, but it was still unnerving that no one questioned the intentions or identity of whoever was in charge of the train. At the same time, knowing Katniss was on-board and he still hadn't seen her left him constantly on edge.
Yet Peeta knew that he couldn't lock himself in his room forever. He came out every now and then for food and, this particular afternoon, desperately sought something to alleviate the panic that had risen in his chest the moment he turned on his device and found something written by Cato, the tribute he'd seen Katniss kill the first time they were in the games.
How could he be alive?
Knowing very well no one could help him answer that question, Peeta scrambled out of his room to the nearby parlor car and poured himself a full glass of something he grabbed from the bar. He didn't care what it was or tasted like (he wasn't much of a drinker in the first place), but downed it like water. The alcohol kicked in as he sat alone at a table watching the storm. It wasn't until he felt the need for a refill that he stood on legs that were now even more unreliable than usual. As he turned, he walked straight into a person that was taller than him and smelled like leather.
"Maybe be more careful where you're going?" Peeta remarked without even looking at who he was talking to, shaking his head as he continued on his way to the bar.