"Today's the day, huh?" says a voice I almost don't recognize. I open my eyes and take in my surroundings. Bright blue walls with just as obnoxiously bright, yellow curtains.

'Guess I didn't make it home again last night' I think to myself. Which leaves me to my next thought about whose house I did end up at. I think back to last night…

The night before the reaping is never really a happy time in District 7. Sure we are better off than the outlying Districts like 11 and 12 but we still have nothing on 1 and 2. We've produced seven victors over the course of the games and only two of us are still alive. This means I am automatically required to be a mentor each year until a new female victor has risen. 'Fat chance' I think to myself.

The only pleasure I remotely get out of being a Mentor is that I get to see fellow victors like Finnick and Annie from District 4. If I were to admit I had friends these two would be the closest people to that. I also thoroughly enjoy the idea that President Snow has no more power over me ever since I pretended to be weak and won my games when I was 17. I thought winning the games was a free pass at life but I was saddened, no pissed is more like the word, to find out that the life of a victor was even more unbearable than if I would have died in the arena like Titus. Well, he was pretty much killed off because of his sanity, or lack thereof. A quick flash of an avalanche runs through my mind as I try and forget the aftermath.

After I won I refused to give into Snow's requests and in a matter of months my parents, brother, and girlfriend were mysteriously dead. Well, mysteriously dead to anyone in the Capitol, but in District 7 we knew better than to believe the propos of the fire that took their lives. So now when I return to the Capitol each year I make sure to be on my best behavior; In other words I drink like a fish and spew profanities at every picture of Snow I come across.

As I think back to last night I do remember drinking heavily and flirting with a few women too many. I rack my brain but for the life of me I can't remember past a certain point of the evening. As I bring myself back to the here and now I feel strong arms wrap around me.

"I thought you were going to sleep well past the reaping," says the voice I still can't pinpoint.

'Dammit Mason, it better not be another…'

Before I can finish my thought the bedroom door nearly flies off its hinges as a strong and equally aggravated man enters the room.

"What the hell are you doing with my wife?!" the voice screams at me. I glance over to the woman who is now as far away from me on the bed as possible and realize I indeed did it again. To make matters worse it's Galf who stands in the doorway glaring at me. That can only mean that Monroe is in the bed with me.

"Galf," I try to sound calm and confident "it was a simple mistake. You know how the women here just throw themselves at the victors without…"I'm cutoff by the sight of Galf producing a knife in his right hand.

"Its reaping day so I assume you should be somewhere far from here," he almost hisses at me. Not one to press my luck with someone of his size and stature, I quickly scan the room for any remnants of my clothes and only find my shoes.

"You're right as always my friend," I respond back to him as I hop off the bed with the shoes as my only article of clothing. As I cross over to excuse myself from the room and situation Monroe blows a kiss at me and Galf takes notice. Just as he turns back toward me I'm out of the window next to the bed with a knife finding its mark on the now closed shutter. I don't bother to look back because if I am found dead at the hands of someone other than President Snow there will be hell to pay.

I start into a brisk jog back to my house in the Victors' Village with a slight grin on my face.

"Happy Hunger Games," I say out loud.