"And the second tribute from district twelve is... Ike Broflovski!"
Kyle's entire world stops. What? No that can't be true. Ike's name was only entered once. It's his first ever reaping. He can't get picked, that's unfair.
Kyle watches as peacekeepe...
"Kenny, wake up. It's tour day." Kyle shakes the mentor, angrily eyeing the empty bottles of alcohol on the table.
"What are you doing?" Kenny mumbles, bringing a hand up to scrub his eyes.
"Camera's are gonna be here in two hours." Kyle sighs, shoving the bottles away so Kenny wouldn't be tempted to pick them back up. "So sober up."
"Why are you being so mean?" The blonde whines with a pout on his face.
"If you wanted a nice person you should've asked Stan."
"Asked me what?" Stan comes through the door, throwing his jacket over a chair and leaning against it.
"Asked you to wake me without being a bitch." Kenny huffs.
Stan rolls his eyes, glancing at the empty bottles on the table with distaste. He then averts his gaze to Kyle, changing the subject, "Would you like some bread, Kyle?" He asks, voice holding little to no emotion. "Mom wanted me to ask."
"I already ate." Kyle replies sharply with a quick glance up at the other boy.
Kenny gazes warily between them, one eyebrow raised. "You two have lots of warming up to do before show time."
"Which is in two hours," Kyle pulls back the blonde's chair and gestures a hand towards the bathroom, "So take a bath, Kenny."
"Fuck you I can take care of myself." Kenny grumbles and gets up, swaying as he walks away.
"Right." Kyle says under his breath, pushing the chair back to its place and picking up a bottle. He throws it away and then grabs another one, before looking up at Stan with a raised eyebrow. "... You just gonna stand there?"
"Sorry. I'll... help you clean up." Stan mumbles, shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts.
The only sound to be heard is clinking of bottles and chairs scraping against the floor as they're moved to get better access for cleaning.
Kyle is first to break the silence, "What happened? Back in the arena?" They haven't really been alone together until now. After the train ride home, they'd went to their families and got ready to move to the Victors Village without seeing each other.
"Hm? What do you mean?" Stan lifts his head from where he's been scrubbing a spot on the table.
"You know.. when the dog caught up to us and you told me to run. How'd you survive?"
"Oh." Stan averts his gaze back to the table and continues scrubbing. The spot is as clean as can be, but he needs an excuse to be doing something. "I'm not sure. I think it finally decided to eat me and then it just... disappeared."
"It disappeared? Just like that?"
"Yeah that's what I said." Stan bites back. He's sick of pretending everything is alright, so he may as well be rude. It's not like Kyle cares.
"Mmh." Kyle hums a reply. He doesn't say anything else, and the room falls silent again.
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"Okay, so.." Kenny begins, leaning against the wall, "Marjorine's waiting for you in the bathroom, Kyle. She wanted to fix your hair or something. It looks messy, by the way, so-" He loses his grip on the wall and stumbles forward, catching himself before he can fall to the floor.
"Are you still drunk?" Kyle rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
"Do I look drunk??"
"Yes. You do."
"... fuck you, Kyle."
Kyle sighs, letting his hands fall to his side and turning around. "I'm going to Marj. Stan, look after him please."
"... me? I don't know how to-"
"You'll figure it out."
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