The capital party is far from entertaining, the only way you’ve managed not to pull your hair out is by making foolish jokes about privy capital accents and actions. After a while Peeta walks off with Effie to meet a “capital leader” and you’re approached by a youngish man- older than you asking for a dance. You don’t think of it and oblige, soon after Peeta comes back over his eyes darkening before he pulls you away from the man.

“Who was that?!” he asks his eyes burning into you