"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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"Good morning, Good morning." Lotti chirps, her heels clacking on the polished wood floor as she makes her way to the table. The two victors and the two tributes were already seated, their plates piled high with food.
This morning Lottis wig is a vivid shade of green, reminding Octavia of slimy sea moss that clings to the rocks at low tide.
Lottis smile faltered as she noticed the half full plates around the table. "Oh, I see that we have started without me." She pouts, her voice laced with mild irritation as she takes her seat at the head of the table.
Before the tension could settle around the, Finnick leaned back with his signature charm.
"Oh, Lotti. We were all just buzzing with anticipation, waiting for your newest stunning look, and we figured we should eat some in order to pass the time. Didnt want your hard work to go unnoticed, after all."
Lotti's irritation faded, a large genuine smile returning to her lips as she waved a hand. "Finnick, you always know how to charm a lady."
Octavia caught Finnicks eye, arching an eyebrow ever so slightly. His lips twitched in response. She couldn't help but smirk, knowing exactly how easily he could turn a situation around.
"But enough about me. Let's talk about how our two tributes did yesterday." Lotti remarks, reaching for a slice of fruit from the table.
Octavia shifted slightly in her seat as Lotti's gaze fell on her and Triss. Triss, always quick to fill silence, piped up first. "Octavia was incredible," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
"That blindfolded sword trick was insane! She took out three dummies in one shot, just like that." He closed his eyes, and put his hands above his head, as he was holding a fake sword.
Finnick had a genuine smile on his face, nodding in agreement. "He's right. The way you handled that sword, everyone in that room was holding their breath. You definitely proved you're not just a princess." he added the last part with a teasing smirk.
Octavia felt a blush creep up her neck. Compliments from Triss were one thing, but coming from Finnick, it meant something more to the Voss girl. She just didn't want to admit it.
"Thanks," she muttered, trying to suppress a smile as she poked at her food.
Lotti smiled, tapping her bright green nails against the table. "And you, Triss? How do you feel about your own performance?"
Triss shrugged, swallowing his bite before responding. "I think I did okay. The daggers were a bit tricky at first, but Octavia's training really helped me. I hit most of my targets in the end."
Finnick gave Triss an encouraging nod. Lotti clapped her hands together, bringing the conversation to a close. "Well, I think you both did fantastic. Now we just have to wait for the Gamemakers' scores to see how they felt about it."
