inez vargas & katniss everdeen. (notsparkingfire) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-03-22 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | hunter mitchell, inez vargas |
WHO: Inez Vargas and Hunter Mitchell
WHERE: Hunter's house.
WHEN: Backdated to Friday, March 18/2011.
WHAT: Inez being a hot mess.
WARNINGS: Swearing, drunkenness.
Inez didn’t easily give into the requests of others and she rarely listened to actual demands. Having Hunter tell her, flat out, that she wasn’t drinking was a sure fire way to assure that she was going to do just that. It even managed to upset her a little more than normal, his demanding, because it was Hunter of all people. He may not have always agreed with Inez’s choices or decisions, but it wasn’t very often that he flat-out told her not to do something. The whole thing had come off as more of a Peeta response than a Hunter one, which caused Katniss to stir in an unruly fashion, making the desire to get black-out drunk even more overt. In order to push her reincarnate way down, to get her to stop going on about Peeta and revolutions and Prim, Inez just buried herself in alcohol.
The result was, as it usually was, a mess. Inez hit about three different bars before she’d had her fill. Head spinning, legs not properly working, Inez was forced to put an end to her debauchery. She hailed a cab with her middle finger (probably not the best way to get service) and upon climbing into the backseat; she didn’t give him her own address. Instead, she gave him Hunter’s address, not really thinking about the consequences of this dumb action. Mostly her brain was just firing on the assumption that she needed to prove Hunter—and maybe even Peeta—just how wrong he was for trying to tell her what she could or couldn’t do.
When she arrived at Hunter’s she was no better off. It took a good five minutes just to get up to his front door before she collapsed on the porch. Lazily, she banged her fist on his door, calling his name out in a slurred voice. “Hunterrrrrrrr,” she whined. “It’s cold out here. Come let me in!” When there wasn’t an immediate response, Inez frowned, wondering if he was even home. There were no lights on in the house—which just occurred to her—and with a grumpy groan she curled up on his porch and rested her head on her hands. If she had to fall asleep out here, she would. This wasn’t the worst place she or Katniss had ever had to sleep before. At least she wasn’t up a tree.