The note makes her think of all those elaborate, extravagant, ridiculous parties in Panem, but it's not like Johanna is going to show up at someone's house and be set upon by the President and Gamemakers, Capitol flunkies all trying to get her to be something she's not. She doesn't dress in anything other than her red scrubs when she goes, mainly to sate her curiosity, and doesn't for a second feel bad for it. She's been dressed up like a doll so often in her life that allowing herself to be casual and far from refined feels like a treat in itself.
She acknowledges her status as a guest by not bringing any weapons to the woman's home, but that doesn't mean Johanna isn't still completely on guard and keeping an eye on things. Just because she's not armed doesn't mean she's not ready for a fight and it's the first step over the door that she takes that makes her wonder what the hell she's walked into.
It's definitely not a Capitol party, it's far too sad for that, but at least it's got a small bar going for it. Heading straight to it, Johanna starts mining through the bottles, trying to figure out which one would make Haymitch the most proud if she drank, settling on something that smells very old and very expensive.
She feels out of place, but hey, doesn't that just mean Johanna's doing what she does best? Drinking a shot back of the clear liquor, she grimaces and starts to pour another for herself, thinking that being halfway drunk now and all the way drunk later is the best thing she can do to ignore the fact that she's stuck here.
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She acknowledges her status as a guest by not bringing any weapons to the woman's home, but that doesn't mean Johanna isn't still completely on guard and keeping an eye on things. Just because she's not armed doesn't mean she's not ready for a fight and it's the first step over the door that she takes that makes her wonder what the hell she's walked into.
It's definitely not a Capitol party, it's far too sad for that, but at least it's got a small bar going for it. Heading straight to it, Johanna starts mining through the bottles, trying to figure out which one would make Haymitch the most proud if she drank, settling on something that smells very old and very expensive.
She feels out of place, but hey, doesn't that just mean Johanna's doing what she does best? Drinking a shot back of the clear liquor, she grimaces and starts to pour another for herself, thinking that being halfway drunk now and all the way drunk later is the best thing she can do to ignore the fact that she's stuck here.