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It had not gone without notice that Effie was not doing well. Chameleon Playground was on hiatus which gave her far too much time to dwell on the loss of Finnick and Katniss. She was drinking, barely eating, and the drugs...she was always on something. John couldn't be with her all the time- he had his job at the library, after all- and when he was with her he often couldn't indulge to the same degree. He did have sense enough to be responsible.
And so he was stone sober when he came to her flat after work with a lovely selection of sushi to enjoy (though he knew he'd be lucky if she ate two bites). He had his key and walked in only to find Princess yowling madly. He spied Effie on the sofa, draped and only half dressed. A hlaf a glass of wine sat on the table.
"Effie, darling?" he asked, dropping the take away bag and rushing to her side. She was not a healthy colour at all. "Effie?" he said, giving her a shake.
And so he was stone sober when he came to her flat after work with a lovely selection of sushi to enjoy (though he knew he'd be lucky if she ate two bites). He had his key and walked in only to find Princess yowling madly. He spied Effie on the sofa, draped and only half dressed. A hlaf a glass of wine sat on the table.
"Effie, darling?" he asked, dropping the take away bag and rushing to her side. She was not a healthy colour at all. "Effie?" he said, giving her a shake.