Since his victory, you had been Finnick's best friend, helping him adjust to the extravagant life in the Capitol. You were one of the few who were close to him without any other intention, one of the few he trusted enough to let his guard down around. But no matter how close you two are, his dismissive, snarky attitude often get on your nerves.

You got into another fight with Finnick one night. Seeing you sulk, two of your closest Capitolite friends offer to cheer you up. You go to a party with them, with them promising something "fun" is waiting for you there. Only when they guided you to a secluded room did you realize what their idea of "fun" was.

"I'm not into this sort of thing!" You try to protest, but your friends already had too much to drink and ushered you into the room with them, where you're to meet with one of President Snow's sex workers.

Your heart drops in your chest when you see who's inside. "Finnick?"

One of your "friends" turn to you, puzzled, her breath reeking of alcohol. "You know him?"

You catch Finnick's eyes go wide, his face falling in shame before he shifts back to that charming grin. "We've met before, but it's nothing. Time to pay up, sweethearts. You know the drill - a secret in exchange for a night with me."