A/N this isn't an syot per se, but if you do have a tribute you would like to appear please pm me. No form, just a quick description. They won't have a pov but I can write them in :)

So here I am. En route to the city of wonder. The Capitol. Of course nobody came to say goodbye. No tokens were given to me, no final words. Donny had half the district pop by for him. Apparently he isn't the dingy loser I thought he was. Apparently he's a well loved guy. I guess I should be honoured. I'm not.

Ruffie won't stop staring at me. It's like he thinks I fixed the whole damn thing. He's supposed to mentor me, support me, but right now he doesn't appear to know his head from his ass. Bolero is reading Panem Weekly which is apparently this wonderful magazine full of photos of other people (including some past victors) who Bolero refers to as 'celebrities'. He tells me that mine and Donny's photos will be in next week's addition, alongside the other tributes. Apparently so will any 'gossip' about our lives. Marvellous. I'm sure my little 'hobbies' will more than entertain the Capitol.

Speaking of hobbies, Donny walks in beaming. It's like he's happy to have been reaped.

'Why are you so cheerful?' Ruffie picks up on this too I see.

'I'm having fun' Donny replies. 'I'm here on this amazing train, going to an amazing City with the girl who I had amazing sex with last night'

Silence. Shit. Donny is smirking. Bolero is typing furiously into his little screen thing, no doubt informing some journalist that his tributes are lovers. And Ruffie. Oh he looks murderous. He looks like he did when he hacked up the district four girl before going on to win his games. So I stand.

'The word you're looking for Donny, is mediocre' and I turn to address my escort 'and you can quote me on that'

And with that I spin around and find my room. I sit on the bed and sob. The sobbing goes on and on until finally I fall to sleep.

When I finally wake up I see Donny standing in my doorway. When he's not hungover, he doesn't look all that bad. His dark hair is freshly washed and his face clean shaven. His blue eyes twinkle in the light. Now I start to see what the beer goggle had done before.

'Everybody else is sleeping' he smiled holding out a bottle of red wine 'I thought maybe this would help you accept my apology'

I held out my glass wordlessly. He poured the ruby red liquid and I gulped it down, not stopping for air. I hold the glass out again and Donny refills it. He takes a sip of his own glass and places it on my dresser. He leans forward and kisses me, taking my own glass away and placing it down. Then I'm kissing him back and our clothes start coming off. I can't help but notice how well built he is. If he wanted to overpower me he could. I just can't give him that opportunity. It doesn't take long before we're having sex again. I realise he was right and I was wrong. We have amazing, not mediocre, sex. It's like we just get each other. We fit.

We fall asleep wrapped around each other, naked, drunk and grinning ear to ear. We remain asleep until daylight when I hear the last voice I want to, sounding very pissed off.

'Evan, Donny, get dressed' Ruffes of course 'The train is about to come into the Capitol'. Wow. I cannot catch a break! Ruffes shows no emotion whatsoever, a stark difference from the last time Donny and I were sexually associated with one another. I look at Donny and he winks at me. I shake my head and pull on the clothes Bolero had told me to wear for the arrival. Donny slinks off to his own room to do the same. I sigh to myself. Men are such difficult creatures. They give so much, yet simultaneously take so much away.

When the train finally pulls into the station all I can see are the flashing lights of cameras. Journalists are yelling our names and asking ridiculously personal questions.

'Donny, is it true you and Evan are lovers?' Predictable.

'Evan, is Donny really that boring in bed?' Not as boring as your questions!

'Evan, how does it feel being in a love triangle with your district partner and your mentor?' Wait, what?

I turn and look at Ruffie. He smirks back. He did this. What is he playing at? Surely he doesn't hate me so much as to publically out me as the whore of district five? Or does he?