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May 26, 2011 19:51

There are times when he drinks to have fun, there are times when he drinks because he really enjoys the taste of it, and there are times when he drinks simply because he's bored and it actually starts to get a bit fun if you start catapulting your way around all the pubs on the island. Sometimes it's even necessary when they stop serving you liquor ( Read more... )

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burnwithus May 27 2011, 01:38:41 UTC
She comes in from time to time, just to drop off game - dead animals slung over her back like it's nothing. To Katniss, it isn't. She just wants something to do in order to feel some semblance of normalcy. Hunting feels more like home, even if these forests are nothing like the ones just outside of District 12.

It feels almost like living again. Not quite, but it's a thin imitation of it, at least. Katniss isn't quite satisfied, but then again, she won't ever really be. So it's no loss.

The question gets her to lift her head, eyes sweeping over Gwaine. Here. Drinking. She pulls a face.

"Why would I want that?"

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likedtheodds May 27 2011, 20:39:52 UTC
"Because it tastes good, it feels good, and it makes the world so much brighter," Gwaine says as he extols the virtue of drink with a cheerful and pleasant countenance on his face. "And it means you get to talk to me."

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burnwithus June 5 2011, 13:47:56 UTC
"Again, I have to ask, why would I want that?" it's nothing personal, Gwaine. It's just that you look like Gale - Gale, Gale, Gale. Her best friend and yet the person who appears in her nightmares most these days. Gale, who had made it clear how he felt and yet Katniss couldn't bring herself to feel anything back. She just couldn't.

Though, he talks too much. Gale's silent - Gwaine likes to hear the sound of his own voice, which is exactly what reminds her that he's not because they sound completely different.

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likedtheodds June 6 2011, 19:53:15 UTC
"Little Kit," Gwaine chastises with a very serious look on his face before he takes a sip from his flagon and it dissipates into something a little less stern. "You're going to hurt my feelings one day, you know. It's a very good thing I never take it personally. Now. Please, sit."

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