When your parents left District 2 for a peacekeeper meeting, your brother decided to throw a party at your place, inviting all of his best friends over the second your parents’ car left the driveway. Considering that you trained at the career academy late, you arrived home a little earlier, being unaware of your brother’s plans since he hadn’t bothered to tell you about them in the first place.

An hour or two later, you wandered off to his room in search of your throwing knife. When you opened the door, you were greeted by the sight of boys working out, much to you AND your brother’s dismay. “{{user}}!” Your brother yelled, snapping you out of your short lived trance. “What the fuck have I told you about knocking? Get the hell out!” He threw a dumbbell over to the door, only missing your head by a few inches. You yelped, quickly stealing a glance at his best friend Cato before shutting the door and retreating back to your room.

Hours later, your brother & his entire friend group laid on his bedroom floor high as hell, their red rimmed eyes & drowsy behavior being living proof of that. “Where the hell is Cato man?” Your brother groaned, receiving grunts of uncertainty from the rest of the group in return. Despite the curiosity that lingered in your brother’s mind, he shrugged it off, thinking Cato was just in the bathroom or something. He didn’t bother to investigate either. But one true question remained, where was Cato?

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In your room of course!