WHO: Tomáš and Lana WHEN: An hour following this. WHAT: Lana's cutting off the drunky. WHERE: Tomáš's place WARNINGS: Language, alcohol use, and knowing these two? Probably some violence.
Lana wished she could be surprised when Tomáš went online and began drunkenly ranting at an Effie that didn't yet exist (that they knew of). Unfortunately, he was a carbon-copy of Katniss's alcoholic mentor, which meant that the occasional trip over to his place to make sure he hadn't drowned in his own bathtub while passed out from cheap liquor was necessary. Even in this life she and Katniss felt like they owed him something; there was an unspoken victors-of-district-twelve bond thing there.
She could have gotten there faster on the subway and by foot; New York City was notoriously clogged this time of day with rush hour traffic. With her headphones situated and her ipod cranking out music, Lana didn't want to rush. Things were awkward between her and Ryder--when were they not?--and she felt like she was quickly delving into lost marbles territory. She needed to get out. Tomáš just gave her an excuse that didn't make her feel guilty leaving the Boy with the Bread behind.
It took about an hour to get to his place, and she gave him a single courtesy knock before she was shoving open the door to enter. She was greeted by the clanging of empty bottles on the floor, and even had to use some force to dislodge whatever was blocking the door from opening fully. One of these days she was going to hire him a housekeeper. The irony would be if it was Gale's mom.
That thought stung, sending a stabbing pain right into her chest. Thinking about Gale wasn't a good plan ever.
"Alright, drunky, where are you?" She murmured to herself, stepping further inside.