They won the Games, only to land up in a more diabolical one. They can't say they are surprised, after all, they have heard what the Capitol required of a few chosen Victors. They might have not liked each other but they might be the only three people that understand each other. Cato/Katniss/Marvel
They didn't like each other; which was natural since they didn't even know each other.
Not more than what most of the people in Panam knew about them, or assumed from watching the Games.
So it was logical that when they won, there were no direct words exchanged among the three of them. Katniss wasn't sure and actually didn't care if the two of them spoke; after all, didn't they form a Career pack during the Game?
She doubts that they were friends, though. There weren't any friends in the Hunger Games. She knew that much.
They had separate post-Games interviews, where she had to play the sad-stricken widowed-girlfriend, even going far as to express how she wished it was Peeta in her place. She did indeed felt bad about Peeta's death, especially after realizing that the feelings he expressed before the games were actually genuine. However, Katniss realized that what she actually felt, her authentic feeling towards Peeta's death wasn't important because it was not what the Capitol wanted.
They wanted the drama of a sixteen-year-old girl heartbroken and devastated by her lover's death, not a girl filled with guilt from watching a friend die.
She was supposed to be passive-aggressive towards Cato and Marvel. Especially Cato.
She rolled her eyes when Haymitch gave her the advice, because - Did he really think that she would be anything beyond the spectrum of distantly polite with them in public? But apparently Haymitch wanted her to keep playing the role that she was assigned as one of the three Victors. It was the only way that she'll be guaranteed safety.
Keep the drama going, keep the people entertained, get to live. That was the deal.
DISTRICT 1
The first time she heard about Snow's plan for her was in District 1.
It was Marvel's district, and he was supposed to be the star of the tour there, with her and Cato in the background. Cato, apparently, was not that happy about the spotlight not being on him, Katniss was apathetic at worst and relieved at best.
After a day of speeches, and acting for the camera, there was an after-party for the Victors in the house of one of the many District 1 Victors. Thankfully, there was no camera to monitor them, and Katniss toke the freedom to sulk in the kitchen away from the main crowd, pouring herself repeated shots of alcohol.
"Didn't peg you for a vodka girl, Girl on Fire." The voice came from a blonde woman, who Katniss believed was called Cashmere. She was bad at remembering names, but promised Haymitch to at least make the effort to learn names, even if she objected to actually socialize with the owners of those names.
"What exactly did you peg me for?" Katniss replied, noticing how her mouth seems to drag the words.
"Scotch."
Katniss looked at the collection of liquor that was on the kitchen counter and soon found her eyes locked on the Scotch bottle. It was an interesting color, and soon Katniss understood why Cashmere thought she would be more interesting in Scotch than Vodka.
"Don't really have a preference. I just grabbed the first open bottle I got my eyes on."
"It's a little too soon to try and drink your problems away, don't you think?"
"Who said I had problems?"
I smirk filled Cashmere's face, as she winked and replied, "Good answer."
Cashmere walked over and grabbed the Vodka bottle, pouring a glass up to the rim. "I'm more of a vodka gal."
As Katniss eyed her filled quarter glass, she commented, "Enough to drink your problem away?"
"Oh, yes. It's the best." Cashmere took the glass to her lips and starting to drink. If anyone was supposed to walk into the kitchen now, the question of whether Cashmere was drinking liquor or water would have been a legit one. The woman drank the alcohol as if it was water, with no expression of the bitterness of the liquid as it poured down her throat.
"In a year, you'll understand."
"What?" Katniss was now curious.
"Don't tell me Haymitch didn't tell you. Or at least hinted at it." Cashmere put her glass down for a second.
"Tell me what?"
Cashmere explained to her, what Snow did to certain Victor. How certain Victors were hot 'commodities" in the Capital. How she might be one too.
Alcohol sickness hit Katniss sooner than she expected and as she leaned over a toilet in one of the multiple bathrooms in the house, she recalled what Cashmere told her before she rushed out of the kitchen
"I suppose you don't fancy being fucked by Capitalians who have a fetish of sleeping with Victors."