Jabberjay: Channel 858 [episode 1]

I sense that Fericia has caught up to me. She goes to the lady, who quickly pauses her Z-phone, and asks her some questions.

"Oh, I like that Sapphire girl, OF COURSE I WILL SPONSOR! And that Theodore boy is cute! I would love to..."

I turn to Fericia. We'll only put the first part in. The capitol doesn't really like to hear such.... crude language.

I thank her, and I'm about to run off, to find another person, when Fericia signals me that it's time to broadcast.

Our CO (that's communications officer) tells us that we're live in 5.

5 seconds. Damn. This is not going to be good.

4...3...2...1...

I smile, showing off my pearly whites.

"Thanks Kitty, we've been interviewing many fellow Capitolites on who they've noticed, and how excited they are about the games."

We quickly air the already filmed interviews, as I rush to ask others about their feelings towards the games.

"Oh, that Brigit girl, from D3..."

"That girl, from D11, Estella, or Esther?"

"That D4 guy, like, Bowl-ko or something?"

"That D5 guy who was in the detention center! Like, something Rowgan!"

"D8 looks interesting this year, what's the guy's name? Will?"

Quickly, our camera crew is able to send our footage live to the Capitol televisions, although most will be watching a different channel. But it's a good feedback.

After all of our recordings have been shown, the next segment goes over to Alli Jacobsen, who's got the tough job of memorizing the types of costumes the tributes are going to wear. It's a tough job, so I give her props for that.

We're done. Our skit is finished. Finito. D.O.N.E.

And I'm relieved.

So (((I have no muse for him right now, sorry))) I turn to Fericia and say

"Hey, want to go get some coffee? I mean, to celebrate our first reporting job?"

"Listen Luk, we both know that neither of us want coffee, we want each other, so lets just go ahead and find a nice place to go. Now!"
What? What does she mean by want each other? Does that mean....I do NOT want to get into Fericia Montgomery's pants. No no no. NO.

But apparently, she wants to get into mine. Now isn't that wonderful.

Now most guys with testosterome would go running after a girl like her. But to be honest, I'm not into all of the boob implants and short skirts. I like a girl with pride, not one that goes running around with her junk hanging out of her dress.

But by this time, our faces are so close to each other, I could probably, I don't know, lick her nose if I tried.

But that doesn't happen. Instead, she leans forward, and kisses me.

I've actually never been kissed before. Well, then again, I haven't really wanted to kiss anyone before. But this kiss, it's like starting a car for the first time. It's new, and exciting, and a bit scary at the same time. And maybe, I'd like another taste of this...romantic stuff.

I suddenly feel her hands on my chest, I guess she's somehow managed to unbutton my shirt. She must be used to doing stuff like this.

And then just like that, she's gone, walking off into the distance. I can tell she wants me to follow her. But should I? I really don't want to do anything....spontaneous.

I hesitate for a moment

what are you doing Luk, go for it!

Still, I watch her leave, her hair blowing in the slight breeze.

And I start following her, ever so slowly.

But I really did want that cup of coffee.