I decide being drunk is nice. I probably shouldn't make it a habit though (I like Haymitch, but who wants to end up like him?). I feel a lot better; my pain is numbed and my problems seem unimportant at the moment. Natalie is telling a funny story, but I only catch half of it. "-and then she slapped him in the face, but the press saw it and thought they were breaking up." I laugh along with Grant, having no idea whats so funny in the first place.

I wake up on the couch. I have no idea when I passed out, but Grant's on the floor, snoring. Natalie's dress is on the floor by her room, so she probably made it to bed. I yawn and sit up. I notice a throbbing pain in my left temple. I'm not sure if it's a headache, or I hit my head really hard. It easily could be either. Natalie walks out of her room, and slams the door behind her, by accident. I wince. Yep, that's a headache. I notice that she's just in a bra and underwear. I don't know if she's aware of this, so I pretend not to.

I go into my room and turn on the shower. I sit under the hot water, but I don't put the light on; it's too bright. I clean myself off and slowly get dressed. My stomach seems upset, so I skip breakfast. Natalie make our way to the Mentor's Lounge. Neither of us bother to wake up Grant, since he has nothing to do today.

Stephanie puts on some makeup in the short car ride, and I sip on water from one of the small bottles in the mini fridge. The driver tries to make conversation with me, but I just groan. I feel like shit. No wonder Haymitch is so grumpy all the time. I don't want to talk to anyone, or communicate at all. I just want to sleep and be left alone.

Stephanie's smart, and has sunglasses to put on. I'm not and I don't. The florescent lights burn my eyes like I've been staring into a lightbulb. Enobaria sits down next to me as soon as we get in the lounge. "Someone drank a bit too much last night." She teases me. "Aren't you a bit too young for that?"

I'm too hung over to deal with her, so all I say is, "Aren't you a bit old to be flirting with a fifteen year-old?"

"Don't flatter yourself." Enobaria rolls her eyes, but doesn't deny that she was trying to flirt with me. We both know she was, so there's no real point in denying it. Thankfully, the other mentor from her district calls her over, so she has to leave me alone. Nothing happened overnight in regards to tributes thankfully. Johanna and Stephanie are still okay, for now.

Caesar goes over the alliances formed – the Careers that are left (the girl from 2 and Steph) are the only one. Everyone else is solo. They show clips of what all the tributes are currently doing. Stephanie and her ally are eating some type of animal meat off the bone, and drinking water. They clearly don't need help from me. The boy from 3 looks dehydrated, the boy from 5 is sleeping in a few bushes, badly camouflaged. Johanna's district partner looks pretty ill as well. The girl from 9 is sitting in a tree. Johanna is walking around, axe in hand. She's ready to kill today. The games should be over, at the most, in three or four days.

The Careers get a move on, and they run into Johanna's district partner. They kill him quickly by a spear thrown to his chest. Blight curses quietly. Johanna sees the boy from 5 sleeping, but he wakes up and is able to out-run her easily. She may be strong and smart, but she's only five feet tall and she has very short legs, especially when compared to the ridiculously tall tribute fro m 5. If she were here right now, I'd make fun of her endlessly for that. She'd probably scowl at me and throw something hard at my face. The idea makes me smile a little.

I watch the live feed, my eyes glued to the screen. I don't move for a few hours, except to get food and drink from the attendants in the room. I'm glad that there are no more deaths, but at the same time, the Capitol will be getting impatient. They need their blood. When I have to go to be fucked by some random women (pleasenoguys, pleasenoguys), I ask that Enobaria fills me in on everything that happens. She seems very enthusiastic to do so, and I think its kind of funny.

They've decided to increase the number of 'clients' I have a day to three or four now. My first three are women. They're all married with kids. I don't know what bothers me more: the fact that they're cheating on their husbands with a fifteen year old, or that we're fucking while there's a family portrait on the nightstand. Whatever. None of this is my buisness, anyways. Still, it makes me feel sick. Or maybe that's the remnants of my hangover.

The last is the worst. My fourth is a man. In the Capitol, only men and women actually get married and have kids, but it's generally accepted to sleep with people of the same sex just for pleasure. I don't understand the way things work around here. The only thing that gets me through these types of things, is removing myself from the action. This isn't Finn, I remind myself, this is the Capitol version of Finnick Odair. It's not who I am, it's what they want me to be. Your family is okay, so this is it up for them, its the least you could do.

I hate the Capitol.

Enobaria invites Blight, Natalie, and I over to play cards and just hang out. I decide to go even though I don't particularly like her. It couldn't hurt to be social. Besides, Blight seems to be friends with her or at least friendly towards her.

The District 2 apartment has an identical layout to all of the other apartments, but it's decorated differently. The fourth floor is mostly shades of blues and greens with straw chairs and hammocks on the balcony. It feels like a beach house that some of Juliette's friends have. The seventh floor has wooden everything thats unfinished, and benches instead of couches that look like 'logs' and chairs with no back that look like 'tree stumps'. Their décor is all leaf-green. But here, I'm not sure what it looks like. District 2 is supposed to be masonry, or work with stone. But it's no secret that they also provide most of the Peacekeeper force and are a military base. This looks nothing like that.

Everything is white. White walls, white floors, white furniture. There's some beige – a rug in the living room, some of the bed sheets. But it's just so... unexpected.

Cards isn't that bad. I'm not that good, but I still have some fun. We drink a little, but I only drink one beer. I don't want to get drunk. The morning after drinking made me feel like shit. Enobaria is pretty tipsy, and giggles about everything. All four of us watch the recap of the day's events, with Caesar Flickerman and Claudius Templesmith giving their input on everything. They show the clip of Blight's tribute being killed by Stephanie and Enobaria's tribute.

"Ugh. She's such a bitch." Enobaria complains of her tribute. "Seriously. The only thing she's good at is throwing knives and hand-to-hand. She thinks that makes her a perfect twelve or something. She knows nothing about survival skills or anything else of use. Oh, and this is the best. Guess what? She thinks she's gonna hook up with you, Finnick, if she wins. I'm so pretty, he has to looove me." She mocks her. I detect a tinge of jealousy in her voice. Natalie chuckles a little, and lights a cigarette.

I don't like District 2 girls. They all look and act virtually the same. Dark hair and eyes, same skills, same weaknesses, same personalities. When you know one, you know all of them. "Nah. She's not my type."

Enobaria raises one of her impossibly thin eyebrows. "What is your type then?" The way she says it gives the impression that she thinks girls from her district are the most attractive, and that we all love them.

"Johanna Mason is his type." Blight answers for me. I throw a pillow at his head, even though it's really true.

"I don't like her. I just think she's hot. There's a difference." I point out, but it doesn't really help. It's really obvious that I do. I mean, I've been drooling over her since the victory tour, and according to Blight, she's been trying to impress me.

"Wait, Johanna Mason. As in the tribute from District 7 this year?" Enobaria asks. Blight nods. "Holy shit. That's so cute. I forget your the same age as them. I wouldn't hold your breath though. 7 has had one victor in sixty-six years. District Twelve of all places has done better than that. No offense to the amazing Haymitch Abernathy, wherever he is."

Natalie changes the subject, by debating about cigarettes with Blight. I tune them out. Neither of them will agree about whether they're good or bad, since there's no bad health consequences, but it's very expensive and very addicting. Enobaria seems just as bored as I am. "Wanna get out of here? We can talk in my room." She suggests.

"Why not?" I say, and we stand up and go to her room. Something tells me there isn't going to be a lot of talking. She's been undressing me with her eyes for the whole day.

Surprisingly, we actually do talk for a while, but it's about little things that make me think she actually likes me as a person. I go against what I said I would do, and I have three more beers. After probably an hour or so, Enobaria finally suggests what I can tell she's wanted to do for a while. "You know what we should do? We should hook up or something."

Maybe it's the alcohol in my system, or the fact that Enobaria is pretty hot (if you ignore her surgically altered teeth and bitchy tendencies), but I don't say no. I sit up on her bed, and our lips collide. There's no fireworks, but there's definitely something there. I let my hands become entangled in her long thick hair. Our tongues battle for dominance, and eventually, I win out. Enobaria bites on my lip hard enough to hurt a little, but not hard enough to draw blood (which her teeth have actually been used for). I refuse to pull away, until we're both gasping for breath. That was a really good kiss.

"Wow." She says, smiling. We're rudely interrupted by Blight and Natalie, who were looking for us. I pull away from her as quickly as I can but it's pretty obvious what we were doing anyways. Blight whistles a little and Natalie smiles but shakes her head.

"We have to get back upstairs. But thanks for having us over." Natalie tells Enobaria, practically dragging me out of the room. I think Blight is staying for a little longer. Natalie doesn't speak until we're in the elevator. She asks me in a very motherly voice, "Finnick. Did you hook up with Enobaria?"

"Yeah. I did." I shrug, sounding very apathetic. I'm not drunk, but I'm nowhere near sober. That's called being tipsy, I think. But I could be wrong. This drinking stuff is all new to me.

"Finnick," Natalie shakes her head and sits me down at the kitchen table. "Last night, you called her – and I quote – a psycho bitch. And now you're making out with her? You shouldn't do that. You'll get people's feelings hurt. And don't you like Johanna anyways?" I groan at her speech, I so don't want to deal with it.

"We made out. That's it. There's nothing wrong with that. It wasn't a big deal. It's not like we're dating or I said I have feelings for her that's more than physical attraction. Besides, I don't know if you forgot, but I'm a prostitute." I like Johanna but I also like Annie but in different ways and the whole thing confuses me a lot. "Look. Don't worry. I'm Finnick Odair. I should be getting around anyways."

I decide I'm going to call Adrienne. I miss her, and I should check up on Annie's mom anyways. The phone rings twice, and she picks it up. "Adri? It's me."

"Finn?" She asks.

"Yeah. Sorry, I know that it's kind of late. I miss you guys. How's Annie's mom?"

"Great. She's doing a lot better."

"I think Juliette did it on purpose." I drop the bombshell on her. "Actually, I know she did it on purpose."

There's a long pause on her side of the phone. "Finnick, that's a huge accusation. We can talk about that when you get home. You sound like something's bothering you. What's going on?"

I sigh. "Girl problems."

"Try me. I'm almost positive I can help."

"Well. So you know how I like Annie."

"Everyone knows you like Annie. Except Annie. She's oblivious to the whole thing."

"Yeah. I know that. But the thing is, I'm not sure if I like her in a romantic way, or like a family member. But I met this girl Johanna on the victory tour, and she's literally amazing and I don't even know how to describe her. But she's one of the tributes this year, and I don't know if she's going to make it out."

"The girl from district 7? She's really good. The odds are in her favor. 1-4, I think. And Finn, that's not your responsibility. You have to take care of the girl Stephanie from our district. You're her mentor."

"I know, I know. But I saw Johanna a few times in the Capitol, and she was flirting and doing little things that everyone said were to impress me. And yeah, I can't stop thinking about her. But then, you know Enobaria?"

"The girl who won the Games a few years back? Yeah, she ripped someone's throat open with her teeth. Wait, don't tell me you like her too."

I laugh. "No, God no. But she's pretty hot, and we kind of hooked up. And I feel bad, since I like Annie and Johanna."

I can almost see Adrienne smiling and shaking her head through the phone. "Look, Finn. You need to be honest with yourself. If you like someone, don't do anything with anyone except them. I think you really like this girl, Johanna. So if she wins, go for her. But just don't let down your district by doing so."

"So, basically, what you're saying is that I should try to help Stephanie win, and do my best to mentor her. But if Johanna wins, I should go for her?"

"Exactly. Now you need to go mentor. We'll see you in a week or so. But Finnick, you shouldn't be making out with anyone. You're fifteen years old. Wait until you're legal." She says goodbye and hangs up. I feel better, as if all my internal conflicts have been resolved. In reality, only one of them has. I still feel a lot better, so that's what is important. I laugh a little at the irony of her last statement, that I shouldn't be hooking up. If only she knew that I was a prostitute. She can never find out. I will take this to the grave. Adrienne is the most selfless person I've ever met – she'd be crushed to find out what I've done to keep her and all of my loved ones safe.

I have trouble falling asleep. My mind is too crammed. What if Johanna wins? What if Stephanie wins? What if Enobaria's tribute wins, and she gets into a fight with Enobaria over who will make out with me? I don't know what I want. Obviously, I want Johanna to stay alive. But why should Stephanie have to die because of that. Steph was so sweet, and she's very skilled. She could easily win.

In the morning, I find out that's impossible. Enobaria's tribute killed Stephanie in her sleep. I should have been able to help, in some way. I know there's no way I could have – she didn't want or need anything from sponsors, and there's no way she could have seen her death coming. She was betrayed by her ally. Alliances never end well when there's a fight to the death, that's just a fact.

Johanna finds the girl from 9 when she's asleep, and beheads her before she could even know that she was being attacked. We're in the final four now. The odds are in everyone's favor if they have made it this far. However, the boys from districts 3 and 5 look like they won't last long. And they don't. Enobaria's tribute takes out the boy from 3 with a knife to the forehead, and Johanna buries her axe in the boy from 5's chest. The canons go off seconds apart from each other. They're almost done. The games should be over by sundown.

They're not. Two days and five women go by with no encounter between the two final tributes. I'm so anxious, I can barely sleep or eat. I just want this to be over already. But my anxiousness is overcome with overwhelming sadness for Stephanie's death. There's no way I could have helped her, yet I feel so responsible for it. How will I face her parents? How will I go home, with another death on my hands?That makes thirteen: Twelve in my games, one kid I couldn't bring home.

On the third day of no interaction, the Gamemakers set the camp of the girl from 2 on fire, and she runs straight into Johanna. She throws all four of her knives, and they miss, except for the one that gives her a slash in her forehead. Johanna tries to deliver a death blow to her opponent's chest, but she ducks and the axe ends up in a tree behind her. All they have is their hands now. I remember Enobaria saying her tribute was good at hand-to-hand. I'm worried.

The girl from 2 throws a punch. Johanna catches her arm, and twists it behind her head. I hear the crack of her wrist breaking, and I wince. That sounded like it hurt a lot. She knees Johanna in the stomach. The girl from 2 keeps fighting, and manages to give Johanna a bloody nose by kicking her in the face. Johanna takes her leg and holds it up, making her fall. She manages to get on top of the girl, and puts her knee on her throat. She's suffocating her. Johanna may be shorter, but she is definitely a lot stronger. Eventually, the girl stops fighting and her body goes limp. The canon sounds. Johanna has won. She wipes her nose and forehead, and stands up. Johanna has won with a body count of 9.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the sixty-sixth annual Hunger Games, Johanna Mason! Claudius Templesmith's voice rings out in the arena. I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding, and high-five Natalie. Enobaria storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I don't even bother to turn around. She won. She won!

"So, what now?" I ask Natalie.

"Well, Blight's gone already, he went to pick Johanna up from the arena. They'll be back for dinner. She has her interview tomorrow night, and the day after, we go home on the same train." She explains. Three days plus a train ride with Johanna? Sounds awesome. "Let's go back to the apartments."

When we get back, Grant is just waking up. He's wearing pajama pants, and sitting with a bowl of rainbow colored children's cereal in front of the television. It's still pretty early by Capitol standards, only a quarter past eleven. "Your girlfriend won." He tells us, mouth full of cereal. He sits up, and I can tell he has a great idea. "Hey, Finn. I can tell Nat's tired of babysitting you. Wanna go out?"

"Is this a date?" I ask him, jokingly.

Grant laughs and shakes his head. "You wish. No, but since you're gonna be spending a lot of time here, you might as well get to know the Capitol."

"You two have fun with that. I'm taking a nap." Natalie calls from her room.

I may hate the Capitol, but their lives are very enviable. They have so much entertainment, I'm positive they never get bored. There's the television, they even have movies, which are like two hour television shows, but instead of a bunch of episodes, they stand by themselves. Back in District 4, we have textbooks, but here they have stories written down in books. They have books for helping people cook, helping people with their fashion, and everything else anyone could ever imagine. They also have thousands of magazines. I buy a book called "Cooking with District Food" for Adrienne, and a movie about a mermaid who wants to be a person for Annie. I think they'd like it, or for all I know they'd hate it since it came from the Capitol.

Grant shows me all his favorite places: some bars, a few hotels, the places all important people come to, and landmarks I should know about. I might eat at some of these restaurants, sleep with people in some of these hotels. Next, Grant walks me to a tall building. It's modern-looking and resembles every other apartment building, but something about it seems different. "What is this place?" I ask him.

He looks down at his feet. "These are the victor's apartments. There's enough for the first one hundred victors. You get the keys to yours two Games after yours. So you'll get it next year. To live in the Capitol, you have to be invited. But if you're a victor, you can come and go as you please. Just call a list of people, and they'll give you a hovercraft ride over. We only stay in the training center apartments for when we mentor."

It seems like there's something he's not telling me. "Is there something else? I ask.

Grant nods. "When you have to come here at various times during the year, you'll stay there."

"Let me get this straight," I start, "I get an apartment here so they can have us come in and make more money by sleeping with more annoying rich people any time of the year?"

Grant doesn't respond. Which means that's exactly what it's for.

A/N: Things are different for Finnick than they are for Katniss because Snow really doesn't like her, so he doesn't give her the amenities other victors have.

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