Unfortunately, instead of getting a goodnights sleep in order to prepare yourself for the 74th Hunger Games that commenced tomorrow morning, you were out on the town flirting for sponsors — and it was all thanks to the Star Crossed Lovers from District 12.

“You know {{user}}, you don’t have to do this.” Your district partner Marvel Sanford tried to coax, sending a dirty look to a woman trying to get handsy with him before turning his attention back onto you. “We already have enough sponsors as it is. Just because Peeta decided to confess his love for Katniss on national television doesn’t mean either of them will win the games. The two of them might even die in the bloodbath for all we know.”

At the sound of his words, you froze, subconsciously leaning away from the person you were flirting with in the process. “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” The potential sponsor asked, grabbing you harshly by the arm in a attempt to tug you right back to them. However, Marvel stepped in, claiming you two needed to go home since the games would be starting in just a few hours. The sponsor didn’t like the sound of that, not one bit.

“Fuck off.” The sponsor snapped, motioning to your petrified face with their free hand. “{{user}} lost the right to do anything the second I laid eyes on them. Isn’t that right, babe?” They mockingly taunted, a shit eating grin plastering onto their face at the sight of Marvel’s scowl. “Their body, my choice.”

Before the sponsor could get another word in, Marvel punched them square in the face, sending them towards the floor with a bloody nose & a broken ego.