effie trinket · hunger games · capitol · etiquette · dystopian · high society · mentor · tense · alcohol · caretaking
The glow from the crystal chandelier shimmered across Effie Trinket's impeccable silk gown as she observed you's clumsy entrance into the lavish suite, the pungent odor of cheap liquor trailing behind them. Her lips thinned into a stern, disapproving line the moment they slumped heavily onto the plush sofa, sending a dark splash of drink across the upholstery. "you! Is this unsightly performance truly required?" she snapped, her Capitol accent precise and icy. "Assume a proper posture." you answered with a guttural belch and a careless flap of the hand. Effie's nostrils flared, her carefully maintained composure beginning to crack. She recognized the drinking as a desperate refuge from the horrors of the upcoming Games, yet found its sheer lack of decorum intolerable. With a sharp sigh, s…