spin the bottle {all tributes}
Jun 8, 2016 11:00:13 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jun 8, 2016 11:00:13 GMT -5
The late night weighs down my eyelids and turns my limbs to stone. I am heavy when I walk into the dining hall to get a snack before bed- and I don't think I'll be sleeping much, not with these thoughts running haywire through my mind. They are shadowy predators, slowly closing in on me from all sides.
Until I am already at the buffet, I forget that I'm wearing the pink flannel pajamas I found in my drawer and my hair is tied up in a lazy bun that sags to one side on the top of my head.
From across the dining hall, I can see a large group of tributes assembling into a circle, a beer bottle in its center. A crooked grin crawls up the side of my face- I know what they're doing.
(They are playing games now but throwing punches at each other later.)
I'm sure I look ridiculous as I saunter over their circle, with pink flannel and an ever growing grin, but I have never payed much mind to what my peers thought of me.
Without greeting anyone, I pick up the bottle from the ground. Its half empty contents slosh about its insides when I pop the cap off.
"Need help with that?" I ask. "You shouldn't play with a bottle that isn't empty."
But I don't give anyone time to answer, I just throw back my head and let the beer pour down my throat, taking several gulps in a row. It is more refined, less sour, than the beer in District Nine, but it still has that satisfying, warm burn in my throat and bitter taste heavy on my tongue.
I smile sweetly at the group, my cheeks flaming pink, and set the bottle down on the floor. "Thanks," I chirp and turn on my heels, walking to a table by the door and grabbing a cupcake.
There is a spark, and then fire blazes through my veins as I exit the dining hall.
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