Logan Golightly // [District One/Ratmas CB2]

I hadn't ever intended to found the booziest, richest, most luxurious and most exclusive brunch club in all of Panem. I'm sure Tiffany would tell you the same. And, if I'm being perfectly honest, it was their idea. But like always, I was the muscle. I hacked and massaged the guest list until it was utter perfection.

We couldn't have just anyone lounging about the Moon River Cafe.

So yes, others had the original vision, but I put in the woman hours to make it a true salon. I knew we wouldn't be able to set things up lavishly, elegantly, decadently without a little help. Should I have asked a known criminal for assistance? Maybe not. But if he gets caught, he'll do time in adult jail, and I'll find a way to be the Queen Bitch of juvy. Don't think for a minute you're getting anywhere near this blonde hair. Course, if you can pony up hard cash, you're more than welcome at the Cafe. I might even bat my faux-eyelashes at you, and if you're really something - a regular Vanderbilt - I might even purse my little lips.

Don't mistake that for an invitation, though. I've got far too much to do in this life to settle down so early. I invite you to eat your heart out, ladies and gentlemen, because wherever I am, I'm coming for your crown.