Guest: I love your story, not many Everthorne-and-Clato fics.

Me: Stella gave me the double Everthorne, and when thinking of recent Games history and what's happening in other districts, Clato came to me naturally. It is an interesting combination.

Prim had fallen asleep, only to be woken up 10 minutes later by Effie. "Time for dinner!" their escort yelled through the door. Prim got up and changed out of her dress into something more like she would wear at home. She put on black pants and a blue shirt that went up to under her breasts. She didn't like it, but it was the plainest thing she found. She was almost certain that the pants were made of denim, an expensive material back home. Her hair was left the way it was, pulled high up into a ponytail. She removed the gold pin Madge had given her and put it on her shirt. She walked slowly to the dining car to find drunken, stumbling Haymitch who was leaving the room and Rory who was trying to dab some wine off his white capitol made shirt. He had his pin on too; as well as the same place Prim's was, over the heart.

"Let me help you with that Rory," Prim said, sighing. She grabbed a napkin, dipped it in some water, and started to dab his shirt.

"Damn, Prim! That water is cold!" he exclaimed.

"Shut up, Rory," she whispers.

"I don't want to, though," he whispers back. She stops dabbing his shirt and punches his stomach lightly, but enough to catch him off guard. "You want to play that way, then?" he asks mischievously. He backs away to the table and gets a giant spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"You wouldn't dare, Rory," Prim hisses.

"Of course I would, my dearest Prim," he responds in a mock Capitol accent, before flinging the potatoes at her. It lands on her stomach, right in the middle. "Oh dear, we must clean you up," He said in the capitol voice. He dropped the spoon and got down to his knees, grabbed her hips, and started to lick her stomach.

"What the hell- oh Rory, stop it," she said, her voice changing from angry to seductive. "Oh, Rory, not- not here... Rory!"

"You aren't clean yet, dearest Prim," he replies, still licking her stomach.

"Rory, that, oh, just, that is-," Prim stuttered.

"Whoa, what the hell did I walk in on?!" Haymitch exclaimed. He had a new bottle of wine and was standing in the doorway.

"What was that, Haymitch?" Effie asked who was trailing him. "Oh dear! What are you doing?!" she shrieked when she saw what her pair of tributes were doing.

Rory, with a confident smirk on his face, said, "Cleaning Prim's stomach, she's pretty dirty, she got mashed potatoes on herself. What did it look like I was doing?"

"Get a room," Haymitch muttered as he sat at the table. Effie sat down too, murmuring something about animalistic behaviors.

"No problem!" Prim said as she grabbed Rory's hand and started to pull him to her room.

"Damnit, I didn't mean it literally!" He exclaimed. "Come sit down! We need to talk strategy!" the District Twelve victor exclaimed. This shocked Prim and Rory; they thought that Haymitch was a drunk that wouldn't help them. They walked back to sit. They sat next to each other, Rory across from Effie and Prim across from Haymitch. "We already have your angle. Your pins, those are doves right?" he said, pointing to their pins with a fork.

"What's our angle?" Rory mocked. "And yes, doves," he answers.

"I won't tell you yet. Now, let's get it out of the way. Do you want to be coached separately or together? For you, I have an idea that requires you to be coached separately," Haymitch asks.

"Whatever you think is best," Prim replies.

"Separately it is then!" he exclaims. "I like these two, Effie! We might actually have a winner finally! Now, you two! Do you have any strengths? Besides licking each other."

"We both hunt with a bow and arrow. Prim can take down a bear. She's really good," Rory responds quickly. He ignores their mentor's last remark.

"Well, Rory is strong and is great with a bow and arrow, too," Prim says.

"Good. Do you have anything else to use?" he questions.

"Remember that her sister and my brother are married and have 4 month old twins. And we met through them seven years ago. They introduced us while at school. Of course they weren't together then, my brother was still king of the slag heap," Rory announces.

"I was at the Justice Building with Ripper and the rest, but I still can't believe Gale settled down!" Haymitch exclaimed. Rory and Prim laughed with him. "Well, he's your brother and brother-in-law. I only know him through Ripper," Haymitch explained. "And trading on occasion. I actually think I may have traded with you two once or twice. Anyway, you two go rest. We will reach the Capitol in the morning. You will be put into the hands of the stylists. Whatever you do, do not resist. You need as many people as possible rooting for you."

They nod and go down the hall. Rory starts towards his door, but Prim pulls him back. He gives her a confused glance, but Prim says mischievously, "I'm not clean yet." Rory smiles and follows her into her room.

They make out like they did before Haymitch and Effie interrupted them, and let's just say Rory cleaned Prim's stomach. They fell asleep with no clothing on and with Prim lying on top of him. They wake up by Effie's high pitched squeal.

"What are you doing?! Rory, this isn't your room!" she squeaks, even higher-pitched than is normal for the Capitol. They weren't doing anything now, but what they had done last night, on the other hand – Prim hadn't known she could ache so good, even with Rory.

"Oh, hey, Effie!" Prim exclaims, sitting up. She didn't realize that she had no shirt on until Haymitch wanders in.

"Hey, everybody!" Abernathy slurs. "Nice boobs, Primrose!" he says, pointing at her chest. He did have a point – it was one of the many ways in which the youngest Everdeen was growing up to be like her mother; those were two of the many parts of Ingrid Kolster that had been worn down by becoming Ingrid Everdeen.

"Oh, dear!" Prim squeals, pulling the blanket up.

"Hey! Watch where you're looking!" Rory yells, standing up. "Complimenting her lovely lady lumps is my job!" he added. Rory hadn't realized he had woken up hard like usual. Dreaming of not-so-little duck again? he wondered once he noticed.

"Whoa there, Rory! Cover yourself!" Haymitch exclaims, trying to cover his eyes without spilling his flask. However, Effie was rather impressed, and looked closer, but it was only Prim he'd ever press into.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! EVERYONE OUT!" Prim screams. Effie and Haymitch hurry out the door.

"Damn, you can sure get your point across," Rory complimented.

"Thank you. Now, go get dressed and showered. I don't want anyone else finding us like this," Prim answered and suggested.

"Fine. I'll see you at breakfast," he agrees. He leaves and Prim showers for the first time on the train. She actually manages to end up smelling like the flower she was named for, instead of the aura of coal dust – and Rory's body. She dresses in a dark crimson top like yesterday's and dark blue denim pants. She pulls her hair up into the same fashion as yesterday. Overall, she's wearing the same things, only in different colors. She meets Rory in the dining car. He is talking to Haymitch.

"Hey Rory. Haymitch," she greets. "Where is Effie?"

"In her room, traumatized," Haymitch chuckles.

"She sure wasn't traumatized by seeing me," Rory jokes, and the middle-aged man laughs along with him.

"Never come into either of out rooms without knocking. Actually, never come into our rooms at all," Prim says sternly.

"I honestly think Effie learned her lesson. This has never happened to her before. She is used to them sleeping clothed and alone," Haymitch explained.

"Well, we aren't your regular kids. I would've thought she knew better, considering that Rory was licking my stomach clean."

"Which did eventually get clean by the way," Rory adds, although he may have dirtied it with something else by the time they were finished.

"Not now, Rory!" Prim hisses.

"Yeah, I saw enough this morning. I know you two are like best friends or something, but keep it to yourselves," Haymitch admits.

"No problem," Prim responds. All of a sudden the train went black. Prim dove into Rory's open arms. Pretty soon it got light again.

"Welcome to the Capitol, tributes, welcome," Haymitch announces, walking out of the dining car. Effie comes in, not looking at either of them.

"In five minutes we will be pulling into the station so ready yourself," she says in a brisk voice, her professionalism having returned. However, her tributes already have everything they need, including their pins over their hearts.