"Hah, bitches!" Roxy giggled and stumbled forward, catching herself on the microphone stand. "Tell those Careers they can kiss my shiny pink ass!" she called over her shoulder to her District's presenter.
Gamzee Makara, the other Tribute, watched this with glazed eyes and a wide grin. He was glad he had been picked for the Games. District 9 bored him to tears, so he had started smoking the weeds that grew in between the grain the District harvested. Roxy herself was addicted to the special beer made of grain too spoiled to be used for bread. In a way, they were made for each other. He chuckled at the thought.
Roxy, having been pulled down into her seat by the mayor, was now making faces behind Tisna, the presenter, as she finished her speech. While a few audience members smiled nervously, most were too scared of the Peacekeepers scattered at random intervals throughout the crowd. She soon grew bored with this and proceeded to moo occasionally, earning her several loathing glares from T