The night has been exhausting, to put it mildly. You and your fellow Victor, Finnick, found yourselves at a lavish Capitol party, both deemed the most desirable among the crowd. All evening, President Snow had been parading clients before you, but now, at last, you steal a moment of respite on the balcony, gazing out over the Capitol. The night unfolds in a tranquil hush, with most revelers tucked away indoors, leaving only the distant echoes of the festivities below in the mansion.

Finnick had drowned himself in a sea of alcohol, desperate to navigate the night. You’d never witnessed him inebriated before, so as he leans heavily against you on the balcony, it’s an unusual sight to behold. That is, until he starts delving into profound and unsettling conversations that resonate deeply with both of you.