Please review! I know Peeta is a bit of an unsavory character, but that is partly the idea. He was never my favorite, and in this story, he will do whatever it takes to win….

Katniss is very obviously disgusted by the mess on the floor, and truth to be told, so am I. We exchange a glance, and haul Haymitch to his feet. "I trip?" he asks. "Smells bad." He wipes his filthy hand on an already vomit covered face, increasing the damage. I grimace. "Let's get you back to your room. Clean you up a bit."

We half-carry Haymitch to the room, and haul him into the bathroom. As much as I hate it, I can't stand doing much of anything with Katniss Everdeen, so I offer to clean him up alone. Besides, it'll win her trust. Do whatever it takes to win… Katniss quickly agrees. "Okay," she says. "I can send one of the Capitol people to help you.

"No, I don't want them," I say, thinking of my horror at the sight of them. Katniss nods, and leaves the room. I breathe a sigh of relief, before turning back to the problem at hand. He's slumped unconscious in the bathtub, and I very carefully strip him naked, wrinkling my nose at the smell as I do so. I prop him up against the shower wall, watching to making sure he doesn't slip and hit his head. I turn the water on, and all the vomit washes off of him into a puddle that disappears down the drain. Bit by bit, I scrub him clean, then turn off the showerhead. I dress him in a fluffy white robe, and drag him to the bed, before leaving the room. Next time, Katniss can do it.

I wander my way back to the compartments. Staring at the window, hoping to catch a last glance that reminds me of home. I wonder what Lenya is doing tonight. She probably watched the recap of the reapings, is wondering how I can defeat them. I hope she remembers her last words to me. Do whatever you can to win…

I can tell that right now is the time for planning my strategy. Just how far will I go to make it home to Lenya? Will I kill Katniss Everdeen? Yes, I would, easily, even to go home and be shunned by my district.

But…maybe I won't have to. In the back of my mind, the threads of a plan begin to form. And suddenly, I have hope that I will make it home. In fact, I know I will. With a sigh, I head over to the dresser, searching through it until I find a respectable pair of nightclothes. I slip into them, and climb under the covers, imagining myself back in the bakery, listening to my brothers snore through the walls…

It is not long before I drift away, but cannot escape the Games. Even in my dreams they haunt me, the monstrous boy from district 2 coming ever closer…

I wake up to Haymitch dumping a bucket of water over my head. "Hey!," I protest. "That was unnecessary."

"Get up kid. Breakfast time." I groan, and roll over. Haymitch dumps me over his shoulder and sticks me in the shower, turning the water on ice cold. THAT wakes me up. I yell at him to leave, and get out of the shower. I wear another t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I walk into the dining room, sit down, and Haymitch starts chuckling. I grab a roll and try to ignore him. Katniss and Effie walk into the compartment, and give a small groan. My two least favorite females.

"Sit down! Sit down!" Haymitch waves them to the table. I notice Katniss staring at a cup of hot chocolate, a drink I've had once or twice. "They call it hot chocolate," I say condescendingly, "It's good."

Katniss drains the cup. Then she stuffs herself. I snort. She has horrible manners. Haymitch isn't eating much, but is drinking a lot. Again. Soon, he'll be drunk. Again. Katniss clearly has realized that too.

"So you're supposed to gives us advice," she says. I can't help it. I smirk. That was rather obvious.

Haymitch finds it funny too. "Here's some advice. Stay alive." Then he starts laughing, and my smirk turns to a frown. Katniss is right. We need good advice, not "stay alive" from a drunkard. "That's very funny." I say, lashing out and breaking his glass. "Only not to us." Haymitch thinks for a moment, then punches me in the jaw, knocking me over. I try not to curse. What the crap does he think he's doing? Haymitch reaches for the bottle, and Katniss drives a knife between his fingers. I try not to laugh. Between the two of us, we'll stop him from drinking. Haymitch looks confused.

"What's this? Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?" he says. I stand up, and reach for some ice, but Haymitch stops me. "No," he says. "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you've mixed it up with another tribute before you've even made it to the arena."

"That's against the rules," I say. "Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren't caught, even better," Haymitch replies, before turning to Katniss. "Can you hit anything with that knife besides the table?"

I know that her premium weapon is a bow and arrow; she trades my father squirrels all the time, but maybe she can use a knife too. She yanks it out of the table, and throws it at a wall, burying it between two panels. Yup. She can use a knife. I can't help but feeling jealous, because she's so good with weapons, that she has a chance of winning these games with something other than sponsors. Unlike me.

"Stand over here. Both of you," Haymitch says, nodding at the middle of the room. We walk over there, and Haymitch circles us, poking and prodding. "Well, you're not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once the stylists get hold of you, you'll be attractive enough." I don't question this. I know sponsors are always important in the games, and appearance gets you sponsors.

"All right, I'll make a deal with you. You don't interfere with my drinking, and I'll stay sober enough to help you," says Haymitch. "But you have to do exactly what I say." It's the worst deal I've ever heard, but it'll work. "Fine," I say. "So help us," Katniss says eagerly. "When we get to the cornucopia, what's the best strategy for someone-"

"One thing at a time. In a few minutes, we'll be pulling into the station. You'll be put in the hands of your stylists. You're not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what it is, don't resist," says Haymitch. "But-" Katniss begins to protest. "No buts. Don't resist," Haymitch replies, taking a sip out of the bottle of spirits, and leaving the car. The tunnel goes dark, and I know we are going under the mountains that are a barrier to the Capitol. I stand uncomfortably by Katniss until light breaks into the train. I immediately rush to the window to see the Capitol. The people begin to point as they recognize us as tributes, and I know my play for sponsors starts now. I wave and smile, happy that Katniss backs away. I catch her staring, and shrug. "Who knows? One of them might be rich." I see that Katniss is horrified, and hope that now she knows that I don't care about her. That I will do whatever it takes to get home, and if she stands in the way, I will kill her.