Mona Lots [Capitol] BAQ [Done]

It's just drag.

Seriously, no one in the Capitol gets it. You put on a wig, some makeup, put on some heels and a fancy outfit that you had designers design for you and boom: drag. No one really should have made it a big deal, but some district kid who hates all things fabulous sent them a letter; hate mail if you will, but they couldn't care less about what some snot nosed brat who didn't care about art would say. And that's how she's gotten the idea of fundraising for the capitol families who needed it more than those district kids who cried and whined and polluted the world. None of them were extravagant like him.

Sure, they also did fundraisers for the districts, but she couldn't care less about them. No one dares to call their art awful. She was a champion lipsyncer, dancer, and actual designer. No one should be able to question his skillset. They didn't know anything about her. A swirling drink next to them; a fearless drink that glows a bright green tasting of mint and alcohol. Panem truly didn't know how much some people suffer through. She grew up in a family of haters; throwing them aside for a family that truly loved her more than anyone else could have. A chosen group of family. A smile on his lips as she always felt at home around their friends.

No need to get your panties in a twist.

After all; it's just drag.