Andy lifted the bottle up and took another chug of my wine then smirked at me. "What?" he asked as sat up to turn to me. "Got your panties in a twist?" he laughed at his own joke, but it made me realize I wasn't wearing any. Thank god this gown hung low, but I would have to remember to keep my legs closed.

"Well, I'll have you know I'm..." I thought about telling him I wasn't wearing any underwear, but I think that could turn out bad. Who knows the jokes he would make about that "I'm perfectly fine." I finished and smiled at him.

"What? Not wearing any? I know. I put the nightgown in there."

"You what? How dare you go in there without my consent! Did you peak? That's so perverted!" The words fell out of my mouth nearly at a scream, Andy didn't really react with humor or anything, and he was quite serious actually.

"The nightgown was on the bed and I wanted to lay on the bed and you do not walk in on me while naked. I didn't look or peak." He said then lifted the bottle. "You need a drink."

I walked over and grabbed the bottle from him, he smiled and I rolled my eyes while I took a small drink out of the bottle. It tasted bitter, like alcohol and a hint of strawberry. It burnt my throat when I swallowed. I liked everything so I drank a bit more than a lot more. Eventually, I had made myself silly and drank nearly half the bottle before Andy interrupted.

"Should I go get another bottle?" he asked me and I finally looked at him, momentarily I forgot about his presence.

"Fuck yes" I stated bluntly and laid down on the bed, giving myself a break from the liquor for a quick minute. Andy stood off the bed and walked out of the room. There was a mirror on the ceiling, so I saw myself clearly. I looked so different than I had when I was in seven. Even if it had been just hours since I left.

My hair seemed glossier, defining the black in it. I was wearing a pink silk dress, my skin was clear. What the fuck was in that water that made me seem to glow? And I felt warm, in the districts it was always cold.

I took another drink to remind myself not to think of that. And another, it made me feel warm and kind of tingly if you will. I liked the feeling, I had never thought being reaped could be so... relaxing... I continued to stare at myself in the mirror till Andy came back.

I looked at him and laughed "The word mirror is half r half not." I informed him after thinking about it. I suppose that was coolio, I wondered if they would have mirrors in the games. How do they even work? I don't think so.

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked me, obviously utterly confused

He clanged the bottles together lightly and smiled crawling back onto the bed beside me. "I have no idea what that means, but okay."

"I smiled and redirected my attention back to both of us in the mirror, now noticing the smudging around the sides of the mirror. How did the fudge the smudge a mirror on a ceiling?

I rolled over to lay face to face with Andy, then sat up. "I want music!" I said happily and walked to the stereo. I started pushing button after button, not thinking to read them until a loud beep sound played.

"Please refer five artists to build your playlist." A female's voice, although it seemed robotic said.

I looked and Andy wide-eyed not sure what to do. He chuckled and named off a few artists I liked. "Twenty-One Pilots, Black Veil Brides, Slipknot, Sleeping with Sirens, and Pierce The Veil." He said, God, his voice was deep. I liked it.

I smiled as Car Radio began to play and ran up to the bed Jumping up and resting on my knees, I sang along happily, closing my eyes. I think I finished to a song when I felt a cold liquid dribble down onto my head. It broke me out of my small trance and caused me to scream.

"Andy!" I yelled out as I jumped off the bed, stumbling back but keeping on my feet. "What the actual fuck?"

He screwed the cap on and tossed it to me, I smiled and caught it, almost dropping it. I took it, a half-full can of beer and chugged it. The rest is blurry.

I woke up early next to Andy, I panicked for half a second, worried we may have done inappropriate things until I realized we were both fully clothed. He was balancing on the edge of the bed with multiple empty cans and bottles in between us and on him suggesting we most likely hadn't even touched through the night. My head was pounding and I felt as though my brain was swelling to the size of the moon. It wasn't helping that the radio was playing out a song I'd never heard, very loudly making my ears throb.

"Oh god..." I moaned and covered my head with a pillow. Everything hurt. How late had I stayed up?

Suddenly a knock came from the door, "Rise and shine muscadines!" the all too happy and all too alert Quilla said from behind the door. When she did Andy fell off the bed and groaned.

"Oh fuck.." He mumbled as empty cans clattered on the floor. I lifted the pillow and opened my eyes, squinting up at my own reflection, much like I did last night. I looked like shit. My hair was matted and frizzy, my eyes had huge bags under them and I had a pimple right on my forehead. I looked so unkempt and absolutely disgusting. But I was so pretty last night, the wonders of alcohol and bibulousness.

The bed shifted as Andy pulled himself up off the floor, he looked just as bad as I did.

I groaned and lifted myself, my brain was exploding in my head, and this was not going to be a nice morning. Or day. Or week. Now that I think about it, the rest of my life (that I can count on my fingers) is going to suck ass.

I pulled my legs around to the side of the bed, they got uncovered as well. Fuck it was cold. This day is going to suck I noted while Andy struggled to stand, his legs were twisted in an awkward position, so even if he wasn't groggy and hungover, it still would have made it hard to stand.

He, in a glorious attempt to stand, failed and collapsed on the bed. In another instance, when I didn't feel like a human punching bag, inside and out I may have actually laughed at it. But not today.

I tried to stand now than realized exactly why he was struggling so much. I groaned and dropped back onto the bed, my legs felt like noodles on a vibrator. Not to mention I felt the overwhelming sense of addelement, so everything just seemed, groggy.

I heard Quilla knock again "The sun is shining, it's time for fine dining!" she said, dragging on her words in a high pitched almost child-like voice.

I don't understand how someone could be so happy whilst taking CHILDREN off to such a bellicose arena, to fight for their lives, and most likely die? It was so stupid, and vulgar, and other words I can't think of in my current state.

I pulled myself up although my body was crying for me not to, either I hurt or I felt like melting gelatin, I didn't like either feeling. I began walking to the door, not caring about Andy who was probably suffocating into a pillow right now. I opened the door to be hit with the bright colors of Quilla. This time it was orange and black. But it's seemed a bit calmer today compared to yesterday. Rather than her bold eye shadows and colorful eyebrows she was wear, a quite long wing of black eyeliner with orange swirls around it. Her dress was simple enough, black with orange fire at the bottom, and her slippers were solid black. A nice piece outfit.

But here I am, wearing my baby blue nightgown. Only my baby blue nightgown that is and my hair was unkempt. I must look like a dirty piece of cloth compared to her. I tried my best to smile, but it probably turned out looking more like a grimace or an eccedentesiast smile than a real one. She smiled back, seeming to not notice my ragged appearance.

"Come now honey, let's get you to the table so you can get some Ethanol." She began walking back to the main dinner car and I just stood there with a foggy, dizzy feeling. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward, I stumbled but didn't fall when she did this.

As we walked over I asked, "What the shit is Ethanol?"

Quilla chuckled, "It dehydrates your system and does some other medical things in you," she informed, "within ten minutes you'll be so hungry and thirsty I may not be able to eat!"

I mumbled a response she probably couldn't understand. We walked for around three hundred years before we finally arrived in the dining car she lead me to one of the dark leather seats near the dining table and sat me down. I stared at the food before me and felt nauseous at the thought of eating any of it.

I leaned back and shut my eyes, my head hurt and just the smell of the food made my stomach turn and clench in knots. I hate this feeling, why did I drink? Probably because it made me feel better, mentally that is. Physically I felt wrecked and broken. If I couldn't take a night of drinking how could take the games? All this thinking was making me more and sicker.

I opened my eyes when I heard clapping heels and the dragging of bare feet on the ground coming towards me. I saw Quilla walking towards me dragging Andy by the arm while he trudged behind her; he had drunk much more than I did last night, so I'm not surprised that he is in the condition he is in.

"Morning sunshine," I mumbled while he sat... or fell in his chair beside me. While this small interaction was happening Quilla had pulled out two tablets, pills I had never seen before. They were an offsetting brown color and were shaped like little squares.

"Hurry up and take those pills. You're going to want a full stomach today, minus the hangover." Quilla informed us, "Because today, is day one of your capital transformation."