As Effie, Katniss, and I are watching the reaping recaps for the other Districts, the food fights to come back up. I thought I was taking it slow, but I must've been too hungry to leave all that delicious food to waste.
Many of the tributes look like they have a chance at becoming a victor; but one, in particular, stands out.
Cato. The male tribute from District 2. It's clear he's been training since he was young, so coming from a Career District further proves my theory.
As we watch our District reaping, Effie becomes irritated at the sight of the state her wig was in.
"Your mentor has a lot to learn about presentation. A lot about televised behavior." she says. I laugh, thinking her anger is pointless.
"He was drunk," I reply. "He's drunk every year." I draw a small laugh out of Katniss.
"Every day," she adds. She smiles.
"Yes," hisses Effie. "How odd you two find it amusing. You know your mentor is your lifeline to the world in these Games. The one who advises you, lines up your sponsors, and dictates the presentation of any gifts. Haymitch can well be the difference between your life and your death!"
Instantaneously, Haymitch stumbles into the compartment.
"I miss supper?" he asks in a garbled voice. Then, he vomits all over the expensive carpet and falls over into his mess.
"So laugh away!" Effie yells as she dodges the vomit and leaves the room.
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