THE SIREN'S SONG 𓇼 F. ODAIR

16* ~ the victory tour (gloss's perspective)

"I'm Cashmere, by the way. I don't know if you remember me from your victory tour." Carolina didn't, and Cashmere could tell by the girl's face. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Haymitch had already gotten to you by then." 

- the 69th Hunger Games

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As Gloss Nicholo ate his dinner at the Justice Building in District 1, he couldn't help but stare at the girl sitting before him. She was pretty, young, lacked any manners whatsoever, and above all else, was acting completely and utterly ridiculous.

Seriously, someone needs to take the drink out of this girl's hand.

Her name was Carolina, and Gloss couldn't remember her last name nor bother to ask someone what it was. He only remembered her briefly from her games. The tribute he mentored that year made it all the way to the final two, so his attention was mostly on her during the entire games. He thought she was going to win, too—he would have betted on it as well if he were allowed—but the idiotic girl had too much of a mouth on her.

Those games ended six months ago, and Panem had completely forgotten about his former mentee that he barely remembered the name of and had fallen in love with the Siren. Gloss couldn't really see why, based on the way she was talking with food in her mouth and downing each drink that was handed to her in one go. Although, he could admit that the girl was amazing whenever she was put in front of a camera, being able to act completely sober and pleasant despite being drunk off of her ass and miserable.

When the girl nearly fell out of her chair for the third time, his eyes immediately went to his sister, but it was useless. Cashmere was too busy watching the new victor closely with widened eyes and a dopey smile on her face as if the younger girl was the most hilarious television program she had ever watched.

"So..." Cashmere started, a devious smirk playing in the corner of her mouth. Gloss sucked in an annoyed breath the second she spoke. "Fishing Lina, how are you enjoying your victory tour so far?"

She sounded so innocent when she asked the girl the question as if they were old friends who were genuinely concerned for one another, but Gloss knew his sister better than that. Cashmere's words were simply poison, a trap to provide her with more entertainment to make the otherwise boring dinner something interesting.

"Oh, just lovely," Carolina slurred. The girl rolled her eyes and took the drink from the boy sitting beside her, downing it before he could tell her off. "You know, I killed both of your tributes here. My first and last kill. Funny, really."

"Hilarious!" Cashmere shouted, laughing the same way she would to a Capitol man on one of her dates.

The rest of the table was not as pleased as Cashmere. In fact, Persephone, the District 1 escort, tried to change the subject as quickly as she could to stop the expressions on the rest of her guest's faces from becoming even more horrified.

No one else from District 1 spoke to Carolina for the rest of the night. Cashmere tried to, on multiple occasions at that, but whenever she opened her mouth and started muttering that weird nickname that she had already branded the girl with, Gloss would firmly kick her leg. Even the victors from District 4 seemed to be fed up with the girl's behavior, as they all refused to help her and instead would push the second youngest victor toward her whenever she seemed to need help.

Again, it was ridiculous.

Even when the boy...

Finn, maybe? No, it was a much weirder name than that. Finnick. His name was Finnick.