lazy Sundays / moxie&winnie / blitz

There were tournaments taking place in District Four, and everyone was seemingly very excited about it. I'll admit, it was something I was pretty excited to watch. I just didn't really have the desire to participate. They were having people from all the career districts duke it out in a televised competition, and Winnie was already on the couch, ready to watch when she called up to me.

I had lost track of time, getting lost in my own little world of organizing the photos I'd just had printed the other day. I'd gone for a bit of a nature walk and took lots of pictures of the plants covered in dew. I'd even gotten a picture of a cute sleeping squirrel that I don't think even noticed I was there.

I ended up putting my pictures away and half-running to where Winnie was on the couch. Her cat was with her. I'd always liked that cat, and it'd definitely grown recently. I gave Winnie a smile as I came to sit next to her.

"Has it started yet? Sorry, I got a bit distracted with some stuff. Got anyone who looks good to root for?"

It hadn't started yet, but it was supposed to soon, according to what Winnie had heard. I was actually pretty excited to see things unfold. There were definitely some good-sounding line-ups, but I wasn't sure who to root for, which is why I had asked Winnie what her thoughts were on that.

"I think that Fray girl is one to watch, her fight yesterday was brutal. But Ransom Voclain is such a hottie and if he won I think my ovaries would literally explode."

I burst out laughing at the last part of what she said. Her comment about her ovaries exploding was absolutely hilarious to me, and I couldn't help but show how funny I found it.

"My god, Win, you're obsessed, aren't you? Find a hot guy on TV and that's where all your focus goes," I tease. "Love that for you."

As the lineup is shown on the television screen, I look at who's still in the tournament. There are some names I recognize: famous surnames of people related to past tributes or victors. There are also some that are completely unfamiliar sounding to me, like Becky Cox and Benito Bridgerton.

"Alright, well I need to choose someone to root for, right?" I said. "Let's see... how about that guy?" I said, pointing to the name Benito Bridgerton on the screen. He was from District One.

"I know I should probably root for someone from our District, but guy's not bad looking and he looks like he could put up a fight."