Finnick's POV:
I'm still laughing as I walk towards the kitchen. The look on his face – if only you could have seen it! If only it were on camera! It's so freaking easy to make Gale mad. But mad AND wet? Priceless! I guess not everyone likes water as much as I do. Good thing he's fairly easy going and shakes things off. Maybe I should take it easy on Gale. He doesn't get any relaxation – rest is all he's got going for him. Poor bastard. Nah. I just can't find it in my nature to be nice for no good reason.
Breakfast should be good today – the menu shows Grapefruit and Hazelnut Baked Trout, fresh fruit and Hawaiian Silk Smoothies. One of my favorites – hands down. The kitchen is in a central location for all flats in our pod. We have our own chef and he's the best. 5 star all the way. It just doesn't get much better than this, well, except for last night with Annie – but that's a whole other kind of delectable. Mmmm…just thinking about last night makes my heart beat faster and my steps falter. Not to mention my dick gets harder than my trident and I wonder which one would be more deadly. Hmm, very good question.
Get a grip, man. No, no – not that grip! Work to do. Annie will be there for more rest and relaxation – well maybe not so much rest but definitely relaxation – stimulating relaxation. I left her tucked in warm and cozy and utterly exhausted this morning. She'll be the one resting up for round 2 tonight, and after last nights sexcapades and the quick replay this morning she should be... This is NOT working! Where am I going? Oh, yeah – breakfast. Concentrate! Breakfast. Food. Smoothies…smooth skin, curves – Crap! FOCUS!
I have a very busy day today. I imagine not very many people enjoy their work as much as I do. If it wasn't for Annie, I'd work all day every day. I have on another one of my many "uniforms" which consists solely of a Speedo. Period. I have one in every color imaginable. Nothing else is required! Not even a name tag. I mean, how many other blonde demi-gods do you think are out there? Right. None. Just me. And to my knowledge, no one has had to ask what my name was twice. Victor of the 65th Hunger Games. Champion of the rebellion over the Capitol. Body and looks of a sex god. No one can wield a spear or trident as well as I can. No one can tie knots better than I. No one can write poems that make 100's of women faint all at one time. Just me. Finnick. 'Nuff said.
I work in the Gulf of Eden. It's perfect. Like it was made just for me. I could stay there forever and not see it all. The plants, the fish, and the coral – everything you've ever dreamed of, it's there. Crystal clear waters that are part salt water and part pure water – unbelievable, I know. Part of it feels like cool spring waters and other parts are as warm as sunlight on the beach. And that's just what you could find under the water. Above the water is exactly like its namesake – the Garden of Eden. Rich, lush, green, floral & fruitful. Abundant with wild life and fruits & plants even I've never heard of. So you can see why going to work is not a problem for me. If only Annie could come with me! But she is my Garden of Eden that I get to go home to, so no worries there.
Maybe I should explain a little bit about how things work here at District 14. You already know that we created this district to meet the demands of our increasingly short supply of Oxygen. The difference between this district and all the others is that everyone who comes here does so on a volunteer basis – no one is forced to be here. You are free to leave at any time, as long as you give notice. So, we have families from every district all mingled together. A melting pot of cultures, if you will. It makes living here very enjoyable and entertaining. Plus they all get to look at me – total added bonus right there!
Annie and I live in a Pod between the Gulf of Eden and the Center for Aerial, Armored & Cyber Defense. Gale lives in the same pod, a few doors down from us. He works at the CAACD. I have a key to his flat, which is how I managed to wake him up this morning. Which brings me back to the task at hand. Breakfast.
I hope Gale makes it in time. It's hard to concentrate on an empty stomach, especially when you have to walk to work since you missed your shuttle. So, see – I was being nice. Bastard is lucky to have such an awesome friend like me anyways.