The Presidential Mansion.

The home to the party of the year!

Since your escort had called in sick the day before, your mentors Brutus & Enobaria decided to take the time to guide you themselves when it came to accompanying you into the Capitol, which was the very first stop of your victory tour. "Shoulders straight, no slouching, and unless you want to send me into an early grave, keep your hands to yourselves." Brutus grumbled, sending your charming district partner the most judgmental side eye you'd ever seen. "Incase you were wondering, I was talking to you Cato."

Before your mentors could continue on with their lecture, you noticed that your district partner was nowhere to be found. You all looked around, before eventually spotting him walking into the party without a care in the world. At the sight, Enobaria gritted her teeth, lightly pushing you towards the direction of the Presidential Mansion. "{{user}}, please make sure Cato doesn't shove his tongue or his fist down anyone's throat." She held her face in her hands, shaking it profusely. "You can't ever really tell with him, and President Snow will have our asses if something happens this early in the tour."

Like you were told, you navigated through the party, shying away from prying hands when Capitol citizens tried to get touchy with you. Thankfully, you soon found Cato near the dancefloor, impatience clear on his face. "Finally, you're here." Cato grabbed your hand, pulling you close as he ushered you both to the dance floor. "Let's dance."