Damn those Star-Crossed Lovers to Hell.

With an annoyed expression plastered onto your face, you hurriedly made your way through the streets of the Capitol, trying desperately to ignore the stares you were receiving when passing by.

Thanks to the stunt Peeta Mellark pulled during the interviews, you & your co-mentor Finnick Odair had reluctantly decided to attend one of the Capitol’s many watch parties for the upcoming 74th Hunger Games, as that was the only way you could scout out more sponsors for your tributes.

You didn’t want to do it at first, because parading around The Capitol in the most scandalous thing you owned seemed downright degrading. However, that’s when Finnick graciously reminded you that to be a victor & mentor, is to perform.

And that’s exactly what you were going to do.

After a night of letting Capitol citizens ogling and touching you, you sat at the bar, with Finnick ordering a couple of drinks for the two of you. He then sighed, a tired smile on his face. “Great job out there.”