#cotclobby

Once Apollo had heard what I had done in my private training session he had lost it. In fact, both him and the escort had. I was such a disgrace to them. They clearly regretted ever having me in the games, I could see it all over their faces. I was a disappointment to them. With clenched teeth I slammed the door to district nine suite, drowning away the shouting of Apollo.

Well fuck them. It was my private training session. It was my life and it was my life I could lose in a few days. If I decided to do what I did, then they could complain all they wanted but I did not regret it. I got my point across and I had felt powerful along the way and whatever number I got wouldn't even matter to me. They could give me a zero for all I care. 

But I still needed a drink to calm down my nerves from the fight with those two meat-heads. Therefore I took me and my half burnt body down to the lobby, getting an Avox to get me a glass of strong alcohol. Stretching my neck I went and sat near the window, looking out into the horizon. Losing myself in it until I heard someone behind me. 

Turning my head around ready to tell whoever it was to piss off when I realize who it was and I smirked, holding up my glass.