spin the bottle {all tributes}

The alcohol felt pleasant as it flowed through his body, causing a blissful feeling to enter throughout his entire body. It's been days since Minos had last had a high from drugs, alcohol softened the want just enough for him to seem like he was living normally. Minos had walked into the cafeteria, the cafe, the buffet, the food place or whatever it was called. A smile on his face as the crowd of people began to gather for some silly party game that Minos used to play when he was younger and had almost no care in the world. Another swig of the bottle of alcohol touched his lips, probably a whiskey or vodka or some harder alcohol than beer, Minos couldn't remember the contents anymore.

The fourteen year old girl that came into the circle, downed the beer like it was nothing. Minos just chuckled to himself, when he was her age, he used to take more than she could. After all, living with no home, you drink what you can get. His silly drunken smirk fills his face with a brightness that hasn't been around for a long time. The bottle stays silently still waiting to pick a kissing partner for each and everyone of them. Tributes sit in a giant circle waiting for the bottle to land on them, but of course, Minos didn't care who it was, as long as they were good at kissing and hot. After all, Minos wasn't the pickiest of guys.

The Fray guy, who Minos barely knew, started the whole game. A spin of the bottle from the Fray's hand, obviously not holding his liquor like Minos could. The bottle spins and spins and spins, until it slows down onto Minos' own sittig body. A smirk upon his lips already. The party was just getting started and Minos got the first crack at kissing someone, especially someone who was rather hot compared to a lot of the tributes there. Minos can hear Justice speak, "Alright kid let's get this shit over with," The druggie was going to reply some smart remark about not being a kid, but the grin on the Fray's face made him melt in the drunken grin.

A hand grabs Minos' by the neck, pulling him closer to the Fray. Minos wraps an arm around the Fray's waist, or well as best as he can and then their lips collide. Minos feels himself give in more to the kiss as time goes on, hot breaths mixing together, saliva intermixing. Minos wasn't going to be giving up on the kiss, he pushed for more. Soon enough the making out had lasted almost a minute, but Minos was out of breath and had to pull away. A drunken smirk upon his face, words slipping from his lips, "Your name sure does you justice, hottie. Maybe we can share another later." Minos wiggled his eyebrows playfully before he stares back out into the circle, the bottle already spinning to choose the next kissing pair. A drunken makeout session, a party game, hot people, and alcohol. What could get any better than that?

Made by Frankel

alcohol had never been something significant in her life. even during the depths of depression that had plagued at her for a long time, she'd never really seen the appeal of falling victim to such a thing as alcohol. so when she finds herself in the dining hall with a bottle of alcohol and an abundance of tributes surrounding her, it was only natural for her to feel a little out of place.

she shifts uncomfortably in her seat as the boy from one spins the bottle, and it lands on her district partner, and the pair begin to kiss, the boy from one seeming a lot less... into it than minos. looking upon the scene with the slightest hint of humour in her eyes, she watches as the bottle is spun again and it's the boy from six's (she thinks, she can't really match names to faces to districts) turn to spin and have the bottle land on whoever he'd kiss.

what she doesn't expect is when the bottle lands on her, and the guy's crawling over to her before she can even comprehend what's happening.

"I'm okay with that." a sour expression appears on her face as she is approached by the boy from six. she doesn't know why she's doing this odd game in the first place, and now she realises why she had second thoughts about joining the game in the first place. but it's too late to go back, and she doesn't want to be the person who forfeits; it's just a kiss, what could possibly go wrong?

"wassup." his breath reeks of liquor and she fights hard to not scrunch up her face in disgust at the awful aroma, and then he leans in and she closes her eyes and tries to distract herself from the liquor scent and then- he kisses her on the cheek?

"See ya in the arena, girl."

this time she really does scrunch up her face and then he's gone and she's thankful that's over, even though it wasn't even a proper kiss. so she reaches towards the bottle to spin it once more, the smell of liquor having given her a killer headache.

bloody brilliant.

Made by Frankel