I don't own the Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.
Johanna
"You gonna stop anytime soon, Brainless? You're starting to creep me out," Johanna calls from her place not far from the platter of delicacies. She picks up one of the savory treats, a muffin, and bounces it in her hand for a few seconds. Then, she lets it fall and it splats down onto the floor.
"Well, look at that," Johanna stares down at it. "It's completely messed up now. Almost like how your lover boy was in the arena, right?"
Finnick looks at her disbelievingly. It's common knowledge not to try to set off a new victor when they were in their most vulnerable.
Oh Johanna, why?
