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Unfortunately the elated screams from the audience are not loud enough to drown out those of one Effie Trinket. When she calms down enough she manages a few words, not that I would have been offended if she hadn't. I would have actually preferred that.
" Haymitch! Oh , isn't it romantic?" she sighs, laying a palm against her chest. " They're gettig married! Oh, there's going to be so much to do!" The rest of her speech is drowned out as the cheers swell.
Yes, a forced engagement. How utterly romantic.
She continues her excited babble as my eyes lock on the stage as the snake like man known as President Snow enters the stage. He walks up to the newly engaged couple as if they're old friends. I watch his movements, his facial expressions, anything that might say he's unhappy, because at this point and this proximity his emotions could cause hell if we don't behave like his puppets. The playful banter exchanged on stage makes me want to loose my Capitol -provided lunch. But for those in the Capitol it makes them delirious with joy.
In the wings, sitting in a private box is Plutarch Havensbee. His clapping subdued. Being a Gamemaker he realizes that the wedding is a good move for keeping themselves safe but not good when your trying to use the engaged couple as, shall we say, mascots for the rebellion. Most morals dictate that you don't rebel against the person or place that intends to throw you the most lavish nuptials.
Sadly, I seem to be the only one with low morals.

" People know that The Capitol will throw her a wedding to end all weddings. If she goes and rebels against them and tries to bring them down, while they're trying to do something that everybody believes to be an act of compassion towards her. They will hate her and have no interest in being a part of something she represents. So I'm afraid to say we are at an unavoidable standstill" He told this to me this morning when I had informed him of the "surprise" proposal and my idea of ambushing the higher –status Capitol citizens during the wedding or another event of that grandeur. Basically he's saying if you bite the hand that feeds you nobody will like you. My response then is this: then screw them.
"Sadly," He informed me. "We can't. We need everybody we can get. We have no room to piss of any potential allies" I smiled at him then, noticing what he may realize later should be of great concern.
" you say we have no room to piss any body off, yet I'm part of this team?"
" Just don't get too drunk and it will all be okay." he assured me.

Don't get too drunk? Well you can't bring me to a Capitol party where wine, spirits and many other fancy- shmancy drinks are constantly flowing from fountains and expect me to leave sober. That plus my annoyance that the Rebellion shall need to be pushed back, add in Effie failing miserably tonight on booze control. Instead of monitoring my fermented fruit intake she's busy shmoozing Capitol snobs and accepting the congratulations on the engagement. Not that I mind, I sure don't want to be congratulated on it. And I doubt the other two are too happy about it either.

Not many people take notice of me at the party. For that I am grateful. Occasionally there is a turn of heads in my direction and whispers passed between a group of people. I'd tell them to shut it but, I don't feel like yelling. And I've lost track of how much I've drunk since the party started.

A good chunk of the party has passed, when a woman brushes by my side. When she does many of the creepy surgically enhanced capitol eyes turn towards me. I casually take a sip of my nearly gone drink, trying to ignore them. I feel somebody move to my side. Its then that I realize the stares weren't for me.

"Finnick," I say. "Glad you could come." He nods and wraps his arms over his chest. He keeps glancing at the woman who walked by me earlier. His ears are perked, he's trying to listen in. "I take it that, she was who you had the appointment with?" He nods again.

"By far one of the most annoying though. Such a gossip."

"I though you thought the gossips were profitable?"

"No, the ones with secrets. Good secrets. She just gossips and its pointless gossip at that. She made me watch the interview with her though. Just so you know I won't be offering congratulations."

"Don't worry they don't want them" I say getting up to refill my glass at one of the nearby wine waterfalls.

"They look happy though. But I guess that's only because they need to be."

"I think the boy, deep down, is a little excited." I inform him.

"I believe that," He says grabbing his own glass of wine. "He genuinely loves her. But Katniss…"

"She loves him too. Maybe not as strongly as he does. She doesn't know that she loves him either. All this being forced down her throat is making her impermeable to any feelings of love towards him."

"That was quite the phrase for a man who has had nearly enough alcohol to give anybody normal alcohol poisoning." He informs me. "Maybe you're right. But I just don't see it." His gaze travels to where they stand. They're talking quietly when the flurry of colours known as Katniss's Preps comes along. I see Katniss reply to a question they asked her. Her answer must make no sense to their Capitol wired brains because they break out laughing. One of the Preps grabs a glass of clear liquid off the table and hands it to Peeta.

"Oh, no." Sighs Finnick beside me. "I sure hope he doesn't drink that." Its then my mind recalls he drink. I'd picked it up earlier thinking it was a Capitol alcohol. Luckily my dinner wasn't expelled on anybody important. Just one of the waiters. Peeta goes to take a sip and the preps start freaking out. Finnick and I start to laugh when we see them put two and two together.

"The joys of the Capitol, eh?" I say raising my glass in a mock-toast. He nods again and knocks back his drink.

"Look" we had been sipping our drinks in silence until this point. Just watching the party from our spot next to the wine fountains. We could have left but I had been downing by drinks so fast it was pointless.

I looked across the room to where Finnick was indicating. Last time I looked Peeta and Katniss had been dancing in slow circles. Now Peeta and been replaced by Plutarch and dancing had been replaced by standing and looking at Plutarch's watch. Strangely Katniss's face lights up with shock and suspicion when she beholds the pocket watch. "There's a disappearing Mockingjay on it" Finnick says quietly beside me. I turn my head to look at him, my eyebrows raised questioningly. "Appointment payment." he says.
God why do I keep bringing the appointments up. I know he doesn't like talking about them.
Well I'm drunk, so therefore cannot be held accountable for my actions.
"Think she'll realize what he's showing her?" he asks. I shrug. My word will probably come out slurred so I make an effort to enunciate.
"Dunno, she could just see it as a watch." Finnick responds by draining his glass and putting on the table behind him.
"Speaking of watches. I really should be going, train leaves soon." he tells me.
"Alright" I say getting more to drink. "Give Annie and Mags my best." he gives me a wave and starts to move through the crowd. When he's blocked from my site I'm left with just my drink and an unlimited supply of alcohol behind me.
Not that I'm complaining.

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PS: I just noticed i forgot to put a disclaimer at the top of the chapter so- I DON"T OWN THE HUNGER GAMES