Chapter 10
Happy Hunger Games, everyone. May the odds be with them.
I slept on the couch last night, so the first thing I did after I woke up was went upstairs and got my glasses. This is the only time of the year I wear the horrid things. Thick, ugly black frames.
My parents have the first day of the Hunger Games off. Almost everyone in the Capitol does, except for the emergency room technicians, and even they have in playing while they work. Slightly dangerous for them to do that, but I'm not the boss. I turn on the television and I wait for the start of the games. It's close to seven o'clock, and they're not going to start to more around eight. I highly doubt that Apollo is up and awake, and even if he is, he's going to want to spend as much time in bed as he can. Which means, I'm going to steal some of Aemelia's spare clothing from her closet. Or, as I like to call it, clothes of one-night-stands past. There should be something in there should fit, or mostly fit Apollo's size.
Aemelia's room is on the ground floor, right down the hall from the kitchen. It's a nice room, large windows, the walls painted a light lavender color. It's big, but smaller than mine. Her closet is across the room from her bed. I look through it. Trousers in various colors, tee-shirts in matching colors, and a pair of blue jeans lie in a wicker box on the floor, buried under shoes and bags of hair products. What Aemelia could have done to make a man leave his pants behind is something I will never want to know. I pick out a powder blue shirt and some black pants and bring them up to my bedroom. As I predicted, Apollo is passed out on my bed. I've never expected any of my friends to get drunk like that before... I can't say that with a straight face. I knew it would end up like this eventually.
I leave his clothes by my bed and go back downstairs. My parent's shouldn't be up for another half hour, and I have no freaking idea where Aemelia is. Probably passed out at some random guy's house. That gives me the freedom to eat what I want where I want to. I whistle, and Prince comes trotting in happily. I pick him up and set him down on the counter along with a bowl of peanut butter and dog food. For me, a box of cereal is sufficient. While my dog eats away happily, I set up a sort of ramp/stair system made out of books and cereal boxes so he can get down on his own. It should be about time for the games to start. I look at the digital clock on the stove. Seven forty-five. I still have fifteen minutes to do... nothing. I could wake up Apollo... Nah. He probably has such a bad hangover that he'd punch me through the wall... But his pain would be totally priceless.
Yep. It's worth it.
I walk back upstairs, down the hall, and into my bedroom. Apollo is still on my bed. I feel evil doing this. I poke his stomach and slap his face. He mumbles something in his sleep. I start shaking his arm now.
"Mmm?" his eyes open, and he grimaces as the light enters his corneas. "Too early. Have headache," he closes his eyes and pushes me back a few steps.
"I bet you have a headache. Come. Hunger Games start in ten minutes." Apollo opens his eyes again and starts to get up. He grimaces again and I guide him downstairs. "I'll get you some water before the games start. Sit on the couch and try not to puke everywhere." He laughs weakly as we descend the stairs. He staggers into the den and I go into the kitchen to get some water. Prince happily finished his dinner and out doing whatever. I get two glasses of water and head into the den, where Apollo is leaning back with his eyes closed. I sit down next to him, hand him the water, and wait for the games to begin. For watching the games you have two channel choices: one with Claudius Templesmith and Caesar Flickerman and one without. Those two men are probably the most winsome men I know, but frankly they get really annoying after a while.
Isn't being drunk basically just being poisoned and dehydrated?
Two chapters again today, and I will probably start posting Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays since school has slowed down TREMENDOUSLY. Hell, I might even post on Saturdays. I just really want to get these chapters out to all of you people!
Happy Thursday,
Johanna