going off the rails on a crazy train

Robbie detested Capitol parties with a fiery passion. He hated everything about it. The overflowing food, the drinks, the overheated, sweaty and drunk people, the fact that everybody only vanished into the bathrooms to throw up and keep eating and drinking, and that he had to pretend he enjoyed every single second of it.

Of course he knew he had to deal with this though - it was just one of the many disadvantages of winning the games and being a mentor. He was expected to attend the parties he was invited to, and he knew they were the best chance at getting sponsors for his tributes. The best and only chance. That was the only reason why he ever survived them, and he knew tonight he would concentrate on nothing but the fact that he had to find somebody to keep Tempest and Sebastian alive. Besides, he had survived sixteen years of this craziness. He’d surely survive another one.

He inhaled a deep breath to calm himself down as he stared at the big doors, standing white open to let everybody important and known inside - it was a blur of colours, hurtful for the eyes. Maybe the horror and hilarity of it all, such an awful mixture, was what really got him through all of this, he thought to himself as he adjusted the jacket of his suit - he had to admit it was one of the prettiest he had ever worn, a dark grey one with shimmering leather arms - and made his way through the entrance.

As always, the mentor held what Jethro had decided to be a godly complexion. If anyone else in the room would agree, he knew it’d be every woman within Robin’s vicinity. He was too handsome for his own good, and the attention he received was always enough to make Jethro drown in envy. Overprotective? Perhaps so. It was difficult not to be when your relationship happened to be punishable by death. Snow never missed a chance for an execution. Jethro himself had carried out a number of them personally. When he was around, he liked to consider Robbie untouchable. Except, of course, by him. In charge of that night’s security had a plus side after all.

Peeling his eyes off Robbie for even a millisecond was a challenge, but necessary if Jethro planned to leave his post. There were plenty soldiers under his command that he could place at his station, and it didn’t take more than a glance Robbie’s way to tempt him. Raising a hand he motioned toward a recruit across the room and hardly waited for a sign of recognition before pushing from the wall. The sweat-filled sea parted quite easily as he walked, most likely not finding it in their interest to challenge one with a gun. He couldn’t blame them for being fearful. As of late, several Peacekeepers had resorted to the weapon’s use. Panem was growing restless, and he was a soldier in its vengeful wake.

They can’t seem to understand the word 'no'.

But hey, some training is just as exhausting.