A/N: See author's note for Chapter 17. This chapter is for 5/30/16.
This drabble made me feel slimy to write, but even I won't humanize scum. Warning for disgustingness.
He laboriously counts out coins into the trembling palm of yet another scrawny, tear-stained girl and sighs. Really, they should be thankful that he's generous enough to provide the youths of District Twelve with an easy way of earning some spare cash. He knows that if he weren't to offer these opportunities, then these desperate thugs would be mugging good, honest citizens on the streets, and isn't it his job as Head Peacekeeper to ensure the protection of the citizens of Panem? They'll get their money one way or another, so he might as well scratch two itches at once.