"Octavia Voss. Better known as The Siren...Capitol's 'It Girl,' the 'Party Girl.' The people there would kill just for a chance to spend an evening with her."
"So she's the Capitol's whore?"
"Easy, Tavia's more than just a face for Capitol entertain...
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Octavia and Triss sat on the plush couch in their floor's living room, the atmosphere tense. Lotti paced in front of them, arms crossed, her lips pressed tight, her neon pink heels clicking sharply with every step.
Her outfit was as outrageous as usual—an eye-searing combination of a bright orange dress with shimmering blue accents that made her look more like a tropical bird than a Capitol escort.
Across from them, Finnick lounged in a large chair with Mags sat quietly next to him, her eyes full of amusement as she watched the scene unfold.
"I cannot believe you would pull a stunt like that!" Lotti's voice was sharp with frustration.
"Do you have any idea how badly this reflects on us? On District four? Humiliating a Career, a District one? That's not just reckless, it's dangerous." she snapped, the feathered cuffs of her sleeves flaring as she gestured wildly.
Triss sat awkwardly on the couch, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and stifled laughter. Octavia, on the other hand, kept her arms crossed and her face set, the faintest hint of a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.
Meanwhile, Finnick was grinning, clearly enjoying the situation far too much. "Oh, come on, Lotti," he said with a chuckle. "It was funny. And let's be real—Braun had it coming."
Mags leaned back, watching silently, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. Finnick must have filled her in on the situation, because she let out a soft, breathy chuckle, patting his arm.
Lotti huffed, turning her glare toward Finnick. "You're not helping, Finnick!"
He shrugged, still grinning. "Hey, you told them to work together. And what do you know—they're in perfect sync now."
Lotti groaned, throwing her hands up. "That's not what I meant!" She rounded on Octavia and Triss again. "You can't afford to make enemies like them before the games even start. This is serious."
Octavia's expression hardened slightly, the smirk fading from her lips. "They were complete dicks. They were mocking Triss. I just gave him what he deserved."
Finnick raised his brow, glancing at Lotti. "See? Standing up for each other. Not such a bad thing."
Lotti sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her high heels clicked with every pace back and forth.
Octavia rolled her eyes, keeping her gaze on the floor, and biting back her frustration. She knew Lotti was right, they were dangerous, but they were still dicks.
Triss, fidgeting nervously beside her, muttered, "I mean... you did tell us to work together..."
Lotti shot him an exasperated look, but Finnick snorted, unable to contain his laughter. "See? Following orders. Perfect tributes, you're welcome."
