"That was literally the crappiest throw I have ever seen in my entire life."

"Geez, give me a break. We can't all throw like you."

"Obviously. Still, you should at least be half decent at it."

Another throw. Another miss. Shit.

"Honestly, you wouldn't even be able to hit the Cornucopia with a throw like that."

"Shut up, Clove."

"...Here, I'll help you...but only because I don't want you to make us look stupid."

As she wrapped her arms around him to guide his throw, Cato made a mental note to mess up in front of Clove more often.


...I don't even know where I was going with this.

Sorry if this is mostly dialogue, I'm still getting the hang of drabbles...I wanted to add more outside the dialogue, but I had to keep the word count at 100 and I didn't want to get rid of Clove's comments ^^;;

Reviews are appreciated!