DRUNK

"Brutus?" Enobaria asked. She was sitting down on the couch in the living room of their temporary Capitol apartment – Brutus and Enobaria would only spend their time at the Capitol if it were extremely necessary –, a bottle of liquor in her hand while Brutus sat on an armchair, almost asleep. He had way too much to drink, just like always.

"Yeah…" he slurred, starting to close his eyes.

"Why weren't you ever sold?" she asked, a little curious. "I mean, you haven't been sold once and I, well, I've had more than my share of Capitol appointments," she trailed off, not wanting to state the obvious.

"Well, because…" He was finally awake and sat up on his seat from his slouching position. "Because I never gave them what they wanted. They wanted a show; I didn't give them much of a show."

"And I did?" Enobaria asked.

"Well, yeah," he replied, starting to doze off again. "You won with your teeth. You have no idea how excited people were when they saw you win."

"It wasn't exactly exciting," she mumbled, setting down the bottle on the glass coffee table.

"Yeah, it was," Brutus slurred. "You gave them a good show…" He closed his eyes and gave out a loud yawn.

Enobaria groaned. "You're impossible to talk to!" She jumped out of the couch and began to stomp away from the drunken Brutus sleeping on another couch.

"Hey, wait!" Brutus ran after her, stumbling a bit from the alcohol. "I'm not impossible to talk to. I'm here for you, I've always told you that." He grabbed her arm, trying to comfort her, but she pulled away.

"How can you be here for me if you're always drunk?!" Enobaria asked, looking at him cold in the eyes. "You know, you're exactly like my father!" She turned on her heels and walked out of the room.

Brutus ran his hand through his head and collapsed onto the sofa. He should have been there for her, but he let his drinking get out of control. He officially messed up. Brutus knew that she put up with his drinking for a long time, but he was certain that she wasn't going to be doing that anymore.

He let her down, just like her father did to her when she was just five years old. Brutus promised her he'd never leave her the day he found her crying in the girl's bathroom of the Academy, just six years old.

Brutus grabbed the bottle, threw it at a wall. It smashed into pieces and alcohol spilled everywhere. Then he let the tears fall.