The bright city of the Capitol had much more than any district would ever have. So much in fact that there was waste—something you had never heard of in your district. The Capitol was known for being blinding, too much for one who was not used to it. Despite everything most people believed about the Capitol, they definitely knew how to party.

Parties—real ones, not some stupid mentor gathering—were beyond real. There was probably multiple people passed out from various substances only the Capitol produced, enough alcohol to fill a lake, and connections, (which probably should have been priority as a mentor).

A disagreement, that simply started out over a small comment, had spiraled into a massive argument between you and Haymitch. That… whole thing ended up with Haymitch storming off, and now he stood a long ways across the room.

The party boomed, bodies crowded despite the vast house. There was someone vomiting into someone’s lap just ahead of the bar. An Avox stood behind the counter, serving drinks to people too intoxicated to move properly. An empty glass sat on the counter in front of you, condensation wetting the surface.