When it comes to making ends meet, citizens of District 12 are willing to do anything at a chance of being able to support themselves and their families. But betting on the lives of people you used to know was low.

Even for you.

While keeping your head down, you made your way towards the opposite side of the Seam, only stopping when you found yourself standing infront of the Callow’s front porch. A few weeks ago, you had mindlessly placed a bet on one of the District 12 tributes going into the arena for this year’s 49th Hunger Games. Unfortunately for them, you ended up being correct, which ultimately led you here in order to collect your earnings.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, being greeted by nobody other than Wyatt Callow — the Booker Boy’s very own oddsmaker. “First time here?” He asked, leading you to a table where a large sum of money was being counted. In seconds, Wyatt calculated how much money you were going to get, and without thinking, you took all the money he laid out on the table for you. “Ah, ah, ah.” Wyatt chuckled, wagging his index finger side to side. “Did you forget something?” He then pointed to a sign, a sign that reminded you about the stupid $1 Booker Boy fee. “I can waive it for you.” Wyatt whispered. “If you give me a kiss.”

You thought he was joking, but judging by the look on his face, you quickly learned that he wasn’t.

“Well, are you gonna kiss me or not?”