Never Say Goodbye [Jules/Hazel]

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Jules Callaghan

Slowly, Jules made her way through town. Her day began with the regular 8 hour grind of stone cutting and carving. They have a ton of other workers and I have to be the one who doe this, she thought to herself everyday. She walked the regular, beat up path to on of the local bars. It was hidden behind a few shops, so only really the locals knew about it. She bumped into a few people as she walked, saying hello to anyone who greeted her. She never stopped to talk long.  Someone usually asked how her day went and she moved on. This District had a kind of 'don't ask-don't tell' thing. The District abided by that rule. She did as well. Her tank top clung to her, nearly drenched in sweat. Her dark, long-sleeve work shirt had been unbuttoned and fluttered with the wind, cooling her down a bit. But she was grateful when she entered the air conditioned room of the bar.

She entered the bar and found her usual seat taken by some guy she didn't even know.  She thought about waiting for him to stand and leave or pass out, whichever came first. It wasn't the first one. Actually, he stood up, threw up whatever drinks he had consumed, and then fell over on the near-by couch and passed out. It wasn't just her, the sight was revolting to  any person who was there. One of the employees moved out from their station to clean up the mess. The bartender gave Jules an understanding look. She took her cue and sat in a different seat, far down form her original choice.

She had no one on her right but a much younger girl on her left. She didn't look to be much older than 19 or 20. Jules took her attention form the girl and shouted towards the bartender. "Gimme a Miller!" Her small voice surprised some patrons, but soon enough, they went back to their game of cards. The man behind the bar set her beer down in front of her. She quickly thank him and took a large gulp. She turned her chair around and faced the 'dance floor' of the bar. People bounced around and decided that was dancing. She turned her head to the girl. "Not much like dancing, huh? More like bouncing."

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Hazel was just starting to get a bit tipsy and was way too into her own thoughts so to hear someone talk to her was a bit of a surprise. She nodded her head and smiled at what the woman had said. "Yeah, tell me about it... I do love the music though, but the 'dancing' is definitly a bit off", Hazel said and drank up the rest of her drink. The woman infront of her seemed to be a mine worker, so there was no need to ask what she did for living. Hazel didn't have anything against them, she was nice to anyone who was nice to her, but it was weird for her, since she never had to work, everything she wanted was always given to her so the thought of working to get something was always a bit odd for her.

Hazel waved at the bartender and was satisfied to see that the hot one came to her. What was his name again...? Jason! She smiled at him and tilted her head to the side a little. "Could you please get me a Mojito and um... The strongest drink you have here?" She looked at the woman next to her and was aware that she needed some good company. "You're planning on getting trashed tonight sweetheart?" He said and started mixing up her drinks. Hazel just laughed at his comment and waved it off. "Rough week. And everything she orders, put it on my tab", Hazel told him and nodded towards the woman next to her. The little buzz in the back of her head was increasing and she couldn't help but smile. Getting trashed might be an understatement, she wasn't really sure yet.

Her smile got even bigger when the bartender gave her the two drinks. "Hope you like em", he said and smiled. Hazel nodded but suddenly realized what she really wanted. "I will.. But just one more thing, 3 shot glasses with vodka?" He looked at her with a pretty startled face but just nodded and gave it to her. "Take it easy, you wouldn't want the peacekeepers to get to you". Hazel just laughed and was feeling how things started to slow down and just took the 3 tiny glasses and drank it up at the same time. The feeling of it burning down her throat and then in her tummy was relaxing somehow so she turned her attention towards the woman when Jason went to help others. "So, lovely day isn't it? Hazel said in an overly loud voice and felt how it was changing into this too enthusiastic kind of tone and the buzz that had started in the back of her head, she felt it everywhere now and couldn't be more satisfied.

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Jules Callaghan

Jules laughed a bit at her remark. She felt the same. She turned back to the bar and slid her tall glass back over. The bartender filled it back up and slid it over to Jules. She took a sip and then turned her chair back around. "I didn't think dancing could be that bad. Apparently so," she yelled over the music. Even from the side and covered in colored light, the girl looked familiar. A pretty face like that didn't come along from working. Even at the girl's age, if she ever worked, it would show. Stone work took its toll on people after enough time. She didn't look at all like one who did. "So, what's it like? Never working?"

She took another long drink of her beer. She hit a part of it that tasted horrible. It was a mix of beer and some kind of vodka. It wasn't at all pleasant. Sugar settled into the bottom of the glass. She took another drink and found the strong taste of vodka. It wasn't a pleasant mix. "Well, thanks miss. I would feel even better if the drinks were better!" She raised her voice at the end of it, making sure the man who got her drink wrong heard her loud and clear. She pushed it across the bar, but not over the edge. She paused her small frame so she was now siting on the bar. She now could see the top of everyone's head. "Bouncing doesn't count as dancing!" She raised her voice up so everyone could hear her.

She slid across the bar and found herself behind the bar. Draft beers and vodka bottles had all been set up. The buzz inside her head began to grow larger and larger. Luckily, she was still sober enough to figure out how to mix a drink. "So, what can I get you…" She dragged it out, considering she didn't know the girl's name. "Oh. I'm Jules by the way."

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Hazel thought for a moment. For herself it felt like 5 minutes of thinking, with exaggerated facial expressions and the buzz that dozed off her brain. "Weeell... I've never known how it's not to not work", she started but realized how weird it sounded and just laughed way too much about it. "What I'm trying to say is that I've never worked, so how it is without working comes off as normal to me. And my normal would be that it's really nice but boring sometimes. Does that answer your question?" Hazel said and drank up her Mojito. He sure knew how to make them good. She waved at the bartender when noticing that he was looking at her and gave him a thumbs up for the drink before starting to laugh again at the woman that was complaining over her drink. The instant buzz that she was feeling was getting quite enjoyable somehow, how things went slow, how she was overly happy not to mention how she would start talking. She'd always get this kind of accent and talk like the capitol people, and weirdly enough, it felt normal to do so. Like it's how she actually should talk.

Hazel started laughing really bad at what the other woman did. She was mixing her own drink and would probably get kicked out. Hazel noticed Jason walking back to them and just looked at him with a big smile. "You're... the best bartender ever, did you know that?" She told him with the Capitol accent and couldn't help but to giggle at how she sounded. He just rolled his eyes at her and walked the woman, who's name was Jules back to her seat next to Hazel. She reached out her hand. "I'm Hazel! And you don't need to get me anything, I thiiiink I need to chill with the alcohol at the moment", Hazel told her as she shook her hand and just started laughing again at what she had said.

She felt amazing with the alcohol in her system and to 'chill' was not really an option. A terrible hang over was expected but she couldn't care less. She drank up whatever she had left and just stared at the glasses when noticing that she had drunk it all up. Hazel looked pretty shocked but just laughed again. "Jason... I'm up for some fun! Bastard on the beach please", Hazel said with a big smile on her face. He just stared at her. She was well aware that she'd probably pass out, cause getting Bastard on the beach was kind of too much since she was already this drunk, but thinking reasonably wasn't something Hazel was doing. "Preeetty please", she tried again and wasn't really thinking when she stood up, leaned over the bar desk and gave him a kiss. "Please...?" she whispered to him and sat back on her stool with a smile on her face when realizing that he had started preparing the drinks. It was 4 drinks. Most of em in tall glasses and one in a kind of small one. A nice story to it. Hazel could really feel the hangover already somehow, just thinking about the drinks. "You really shouldn't do this Hazel.." he told her but she just shook it off and took the drinks with a smile on her face.

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Jules Callaghan

She pondered Hazel's answer for a moment. "I guess it does." She called down Jason and ordered a strawberry daiquiri and drank up. She wasn't sure how many drink Hazel had before Jules had gotten there but it seemed like too many. Now, the buzz came over her. It wasn't too strong but she recognized its presence. It wasn't too much she couldn't handle. She was ready to go, but she didn't want t leave Hazel there either. Too much alcohol for anyone could result in a visit to the Peacekeepers. It wasn't pleasant and Jules wasn't about to let her or this girl get into a mess like that. She decided to give Hazel a break and ordered a strawberry virgin daiquiri for her. Jules didn't exactly tell her about the 'virgin' part though.

She turned her chair back to the dance floor. She considered going out there and getting lost in it herself but decided against it. The air around the swaying bodies smelled of excessive sweat and cigarette smoke. The sweat, Jules was familiar with. Not the smoke. That was somewhat new for her. She had tried smoking once, but it jus didn't appeal to her the way it must have to other people. She still never saw what the huge deal about it was. She turned back to Hazel, and set a hand on the bar. "You do need to chill with the alcohol. It isn't helping you any." She slid the strawberry drink towards the younger girl. The bartender wanted to press Jules for another drink but she quickly declined, deciding that she was done for the day.  "Hazel, you need to go."

Jules heard the order for a bastard on the beach and stopped in her tracks as she was leaving. She walked back to Hazel and stood behind her. "Hazel. You do understand that you could die? As drunk as you already are, this could kill you." Out of everyone in the bar, Jules had a feeling that she was the only one really thinking clearly. She knew when she needed to quit. A woman her age didn't need anything that strong. Then again, neither did anyone like Hazel, as young as she was. The bartender seemed to share her point "Listen. We can come back tomorrow. Drink this now, and you may not have a tomorrow." She only hoped her argument would hold against the young girl.  

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Hazel just kept ignoring Jules and Jason. She needed the alcohol, more than they knew it. It was all she had, that could bring her a few moments of happiness, when she would just forget about everything that had happened with Nathan and just feel happy. It wasn't real happiness, she knew that but it was the closest thing to it. It would make her forget, even for a few hours and it was worth it even though there always was a terrible hangover to be expected. The hole in her chest would always be there, sometimes too big to handle and at other times she wouldn't even think about it, but it was always there. All because of her missing brother. It annoyed her how people seemed to have forgotten about it. Sure, it had been about 6 months since he went missing but still. Everyone in the district had known him, from the richest to the poorest. He had always been a much better person than Hazel would ever be, helping the less fortunate but still keeping the family image like it had always been, exceptional. And now it was like he never even existed.

Hazel shrugged off the thoughts that had came to her and started with the suffering bastard, all in one gulp. She put the glass back on the bardesk with a thud. Everything was pretty much spinning but she was still aware of what was happening around her which according to her meant that going for the second drink, dying bastard was okay. All the sounds around her was getting all weak and she was barely able to hear what Jules was telling her, but Hazel could easily guess what it was. "I... am not going to stop drinking. If the fcking peacekeepers want to get me, then let them! It's not like I can feel any worse. And I don't care if I die, it would actually be nice somehow", she slurred and went on with the drinks. She was now on her third one, dead bastard and it didn't take long before that one was also finished. Her head was now pounding but she could still manage to hear what the closest people to her were saying. Her body felt numb though and it was only a matter of time before she would pass out. "Peacekeepers... Come out, come out, wherever you are", Hazel said and started to laugh really bad. It would be a blessing if they'd come and get her. They would probably whip her on the square and then leave her there to die, and death was something she welcomed. She only felt sorry for her parents who had been through enough in one year, but she really couldn't handle being without her brother.

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Jules Callaghan

[c] Jules slid out of her chair, her 5'2 figure shrinking against Hazel's. She glanced at Jason, whose look was somewhat cautious. With an idea forming in her head, she spun Hazel's chair around. "Hazel. I know you're probably stoned out of your mind right now but you need to hear me out. Let's go." The small female wrapped her arms under Hazel's armpits and pulled her out of her chair. The larger lady nearly hit the floor before Jason came running, offering his help. With the arms if the girl draped around Jules and Jason, they walked her to the fountain nearby before sitting her down.

She kept a hand on Hazel as she spoke to Jason. "Ok. First of all, thank you for your help. Second, where does she live? I gotta get her home." she lifted the girl again as the bartender led the way to the house. The moment Jules realized that they had no way in, she searched through Hazel's pockets in hopes of finding a key, to some success. Once they were in, Jules thanked Jason for his help, saying she could take it from there.

She laid Hazel out on the couch before finding the kitchen and dampening some rags in case. She also readied a glass of water for both her and the woman. And now, we wait, she thought.

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Hazel didn't even notice when Jules pulled her out of the chair and almost fell to the floor. All that she could make out of everything that was going on was how intense all the lights and sounds were, almost as if they were all over the place trying to suffocate her. She tried to get loose from whatever was holding her but failed at it multipule times. Her head was pounding and she knew that she was mumbling something about Nathan but she didn't know what it was.

After a while Hazel gave in to whoever was holding her and allowed herself to be dragged on. She couldn't see properly and if the person was a rapist or what so ever she knew she'd be his easiest catch ever but didn't mind since she already was as messed up as you possibly can get.

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Jules Callaghan

Jules sighed as she had finally gotten Hazel settled down. And for a moment, as she was passed out, Jules forgot that she was a Victor. For a minute, she only saw Hazel as just a kid going through some hard times. And while she was carrying her, she's heard the name 'Nathan' mentioned a time or two.

Not wanting to wake her now, she decided on asking about it later. As quickly as she could, Jules ran home, showered up, and changed. She ten came back to Hazel's to find the girl stirring slightly. Quietly, she grabbed two glasses of water and set one on the table in front of the girl. She then began drinking her own on the opposite couch, simply waiting for her to wake up.

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Hazel woke up startled and sat upright in the couch. She had to lie down immediately though because of the headache that was causing her more pain than she ever thought it could. I saw him.. I saw Nathan. A tear rolled down her cheek before she could react and she would have cried even more if she hadn't noticed the woman from the bar sitting infront of her. She couldn't remember her name and didn't even bother to at the moment, instead she discretely wiped away the tear and tried to sit up. She tried to say something but her throat felt too thick because of all the alcohol she had consumed earlier. Hazel wasn't even sure when it was. If it was a few hours earlier or even a day.

She took the glas of water and drank it up in two gulps before making another attempt at saying something. "How did I get back home? And how did you know where I live? she asked carefully to later on stand up. Jules... That's her name. She walked carefully over to the kitchen making sure she didn't trip over anything, being as hungover and even a bit drunk as she were. The kitchen was right next to the livingroom so she could still see Jules from where she was standing. Hazel lit one of her ciggarettes as she stood underneath the fan, making sure that the house doesn't start to smell like ciggarette smoke.

(Btw, who's a Victor?? o:)

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Jules Callaghan

Jules stood and paced a bit before she heard the girl stir a bit. She walked back over to her, watching as she winced in pain from sitting up too quickly. Jules sat down across from her. "Jules. From the bar? Anyways, it's good to see you're still alive." She walked over to the kitchen, refilling her glass of water.

"That guy Jason, I think, and I carried you home. Apparently, he often has to carry you and so he offered to help. No harm. I'm not gonna kill you." Jules silently watched the girl move through the large house. If only I had a place like this, she thought to herself. She then saw the lit cigarette dangling from the girl's mouth. "I suggest you put it out. Trust me. It'll make you even worse off." She took a long drink of her glass before setting it down next to her. "So aside from the obvious hangover, how do you feel?"

((And not her. I was thinking of someone else when I was writing this lol. One of the pairings of my character, the other girl is a Victor so I was thinking of that when I wrote this. My bad.))

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Hazel shrugged casually. "It doesn't bother me," she said and breathed in the smoke, keeping it inside of her lungs for quite a while before exhaling. She smiled a little about what Jules had told her about Jason. That's not the only reason to why he's been at my place, she thought to herself. Her ciggarette was just a fimp, so she threw it in the jar that she kept on the sink. It was almost full, even though she had just emptied it a few days ago. She frowned but didn't give it another thought. Instead she went over to the fridge to check what she had there. Some energydrinks and food. An energydrink was just what she needed so she took two of them out and returned to the livingroom where Jules was sitting, placing one of them infront of the woman.

Hazel ignored Jules' question about how she was feeling, since she really didn't know what to say. She didn't want to tell her about Nathan because then she would have to tell her everything about herself and that's not something that she usually does. Infact, she never does that.

"I'm alright, not good but not bad either. she told Jules calmly before opening the can and taking a sip from it. Hazel didn't say anything for a while, instead she just sat there with nothing particularly on her mind. It was all blank, with a lot of focus on the headache that would be there for the next few hours.