A little drunk. [ota]
Stumbling into the hotel, Effie Trinket realized right then and there that she had pulled a Haymitch. She had used alcohol to try blocking out the pain and now she was drunk. So drunk that the lobby seemed to be twirling just a bit and she frowned as she wondered how it was Haymitch could stand walking around with the world doing that all the time.
Blowing out a little breath, she stumbled over to a nearby chair, flopping down with an indignant frown as she looked down at her shoes. Good god, why did she wear them?! They were so tall and wobbly and not fun.
Shaking her head with a mutter, she bent down to struggle with the straps around her ankles, muttering a good string of curses as she tried to get them undone. All she needed to do was get them off and then maybe she could walk without feeling like she was going to fall. Because it wasn't the alcohol, it was these impossibly high heels that she wore.
Yeah, that was it. That's why she promptly threw one as soon as she got it off without looking to see where it went.
[ooc: Look out for flying shoes! :p]
Blowing out a little breath, she stumbled over to a nearby chair, flopping down with an indignant frown as she looked down at her shoes. Good god, why did she wear them?! They were so tall and wobbly and not fun.
Shaking her head with a mutter, she bent down to struggle with the straps around her ankles, muttering a good string of curses as she tried to get them undone. All she needed to do was get them off and then maybe she could walk without feeling like she was going to fall. Because it wasn't the alcohol, it was these impossibly high heels that she wore.
Yeah, that was it. That's why she promptly threw one as soon as she got it off without looking to see where it went.
[ooc: Look out for flying shoes! :p]