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Darius is a bit hesitant when he comes into the bar this evening. He's still settling in in District Twelve, and it seems like he keeps walking down the wrong corridor. Whether he did or not tonight, he'll never know, since the corridor in question seems to be that fascinating bar. He's not at all unhappy about this. Nor is he unhappy about the napkin that pops up asking him to tend bar.

He's still trying to figure out this bartending schtick, so he decides on a creative specials board.

1/2 off any drink if you let me pick what goes into it

This way, he can learn what tastes good and what doesn't, right?

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Which was another reason she kissed him, he needs more kisses in his life,

"What's your name? I'm Demeter."

"Darius," he answers with another smile. "Nice to meet you."

"I agree, it's a pleasure. Tell me of where you're from, Darius,"

His name is Roman but he doesn't feel or look Roman.

"It certainly is."

He steals her glass to have a quick drink. "It's called Panem? I think it's pretty far in the future for a lot of people here."

"Panem, it's a lovely name."

"Is it? I suppose it's all right. Where are you from?"

"Yes, it means bread and that's something I find rather important. A place called Provence in a country known as France."

He laughs at that. "It means bread, hm? Are you a baker, then?"

"Yes and I have a lot of love for farmers."

He winks at her. "Too bad I'm not a farmer, then."

"No, but you don't have to be. Tell me about who you are, Darius,"

She takes a sip of her drink but doesn't move it far from him.

"I'm...a Peacekeeper." He's just starting to get used to the idea that this means most people don't like him particularly much.

"What does that mean in Panem?"

"It's the military."

Except that they're never at war, so the peace they keep is withing Panem's borders.

"Oh, you don't seem like a soldier," He has too much laughter in him.

He laughs again. "That's what they said in training."

He's pretty sure that's how he ended up in District Twelve.

"Are your days fairly boring? Soldiers are always complaining of that."

"So far, it's not too bad. I've just started my first assignment, though."

"Tell me about it. I love learning about other lands,"

And about him, he's someone she wants to enjoy.

"Hm...well, Twelve is where the coal comes from, so most of the people there are miners. It's a beautiful part of the country, though, outside the town."

He's trying to get used to the ways it's different from his home.

"What's Provence like?"

"Fertile, fields full of flowers and wheat and grapes. Mining's hard on the land and the people."

"Yeah, I think it probably is," Darius says, his face uncharacteristically serious.

"Yes, but sometimes its the only way to get what's needed,"

It's still one of her least favorite things as it scars land and people.

"Yes, and we do need the coal."

Not probably as much as the Capitol would suggest, but they do need it.

"I hope they have space to grow in other ways and aren't too long underground."