Welcome to Panem

Chapter 17

Peeta

The villa is big. And I mean big big. Colossal. Enormous. Massive. Big. Head aching with exhaust, I force myself forward just far enough for my arm to extent to the table. The coolness of the bottle slices through my hand, eliminating the warmth almost instantly. "Ahhh," I sigh, resting backwards onto the plush cushion. "On the count of 3," slurs Cato, perched slightly onto the edge of the table. If he leant back the tiniest bit his weight would most likely send himself and the table crashing to the ground. "Alrighty," giggles an equally drunk Finnick, eyeing up the bitter liquid like a small child with a birthday present. "3, 2..." an ear piercing bang cuts through the silence, crafting an unnerving atmosphere. "Katniss?" I attempt to raise my voice but pure weariness prevents me from doing so. No reply. "Clove, Annie?" Yells Finnick, peeling himself off the sofa in a drowsy motion. Distant snores echo throughout the room like gun shots, loud enough only to belong to one person. Letting out a suppressed chuckle, I snap my fingers to grab Finnicks attention, before motioning to a blanked out Cato sprawled across the floor. "Oh, man, my dude really did over do it," laughs Finnick, stumbling over and kneeling beside him. I watch as Finnick trails his hand up, before bringing it down to Cato's cheek with a decent amount of force. He doesn't budge. "It's time to get the sharpies out," I make a reasonable suggestion, suddenly remembering the bottle glued in my hand. Without hesitation, I crack it open, draining the liquid down and cringing as it scorches my throat. Eyes tracing around the room, Finnick settles on a small tray located in the corner. "Look," he rushes over, retrieving a stash of marker pens. "Dude he's gonna kill us," I chuckle, taking my pick. We both kneel besides him, getting to work on our creation. We're lucky the girls are asleep. Abruptly, a small-framed silhouette leaks into view, walking towards us. We both spin around. "Ohhh. Heyyy Clove," Finnick trails, both of us in a futile attempt to cover Cato. She laughs. "Can I join?"

"Phew, we thought we were screwed," sighs Finnick in relief. "He is going to kill us," Clove laughs, trailing the marker up his arm. Without warning he jolts up, causing Clove to leap back with fright. "What the guys!" He groans groggily, rubbing his eyes incessantly. We all laugh, as he picks himself off the ground and begins stumbling towards the mirror. His eyebrows knit into a frown as his hands find his hips and he turns around. "Who's idea,"

Instinctively, we both point the blame to Clove, who throws her arm up in defence as Cato makes his way towards her. "Wha... what no it wasn't me guys!" She giggles, backing away from Cato. At least Clove will only get a tickle, however me and Finnick might have received something more like a black eye with the state Cato's in. "You little..." he huffs, stalking towards her.

A/N
Short update again ik ): but I might try to edit some previous chapters because I'm aware some chapters don't make sense or there's a lot of mistakes so I wanna make them easier to read and more enjoyable :) anyway hope you enjoyed this one :)