"Worked out that the alcohol's not real already, have ya?" Ran asks from her own chair. The leggy victor had noticed her arrival, but she'd seemed to have her reaction well in hand and sometimes, people in uniforms can be comforting.
People, Ran is working, come from very, very different places than Panem.
She herself is very much not wearing a uniform. A dress, not unlike those from the 1930s or 40s, short-sleeved, printed white with tiny cherries, and belted around her waist, with boots that run up to mid-calf.
She's nursing a glass, but it's lemonade. Not fake alcohol. The fake alcohol is just taunting and cruel.
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People, Ran is working, come from very, very different places than Panem.
She herself is very much not wearing a uniform. A dress, not unlike those from the 1930s or 40s, short-sleeved, printed white with tiny cherries, and belted around her waist, with boots that run up to mid-calf.
She's nursing a glass, but it's lemonade. Not fake alcohol. The fake alcohol is just taunting and cruel.