"But, Yanna, the 76th is coming up in a month! It's the first one in three years! You're telling me you don't want to get your betting credit?" My friend Pomeline exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. "Pshht! You're crazy."
"Pomeline!" I say as I plop some light powder foundation on my face. "You know I always lose. The Games were never my thing. Besides, it won't ever be the same without the president being Snow. I mean, she may be his granddaughter, but she's definitely not the same as him." I put on some blush and bleach my eyebrows for the second time this week. The bleach never seems to work! I'm trying to get that signature Effie Trinket look, but I'm not going to be able to get that with my brown eyebrows showing! Pomeline puts on her purple wig and takes out the bright pink curlers. Purple is getting so overdone. Even the men are catching on to the purple trend.
"Well, I say you should try it," Pomeline says, adding a glossy purple lip. She puts on some amazing metallic purple lashes that only have five three inch strips. The minimalist look is getting popular, and I really don't know why. I say, go big or go home! "What do you have to lose. You could get some extra cash. You've been wanting that pink car for a while now."
"Pomeline, I already said no. The line is always so long, and the credit costs a pretty penny," I put on some thick black lashes and pop on electric blue mascara with matching blue lips. My cheeks are done, my lips are done,-Ah. Eyeshadow. I put on some baby blue eyeshadow and wing out my eyeliner. "And it's so early in the game! I can't believe they're letting you get it so early."
Pomeline tightens her corset and slips on her floral purple cocktail dress with long sleeves and ruffled cuffs and a matching ruffled waistline. Her waist looks tiny with that corset; it's her best one. The maid is always washing her corset and sometimes even I wear it! I mean it pushes up the chest and it is so much more comfortable than the other itchy ones that we have. I slip on my fingerless floral gloves just as Pomeline puts on some chunky rings. I got my nails done yesterday, but I had to actually go to the salon instead of have my favorite nail artist come to the house. They're half an inch shorter than I normally get them, but she was able to put the tiny little fish inside with the water, which I admire. These fish are so much more manageable than the ones I had a month ago.
"I guess they are this year. They're so eager to get it started. They want us to be enthusiastic, and why shouldn't we be? It's the biggest event of the year." Pomeline slips on her shoes as I put on some chunky platforms that have fish exactly like my nails. I grab my ocean blue parasol and Pomeline grabs her frilly lavender one. We head downstairs to the entrance of the apartment complex where our maid is waiting. "Miss Pomeline, Miss Yanna. How may I assist you today?"
"Nothing, Lucy," Pomeline says sweetly. "Have a nice day." Lucy nods and swings the large door open for us.
"Pomeline," I say, turning to Pomeline. "Where can I get my betting credit?"