“Oh my god!” He exclaimed “Why the hell would anyone wanna drink that?!”
The boys tipped the remaining contents of the flask away and continued their kickabout, thoroughly disappointed with their first taste of beer.
“I’m sure we’ll get used to it…” Han said positively.
“Yeh… If we get the chance too.” Mik replied glumy.
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Midday came, and as by law, everyone in the District was present in and around the Square. Many were drunk, some were stoned, others were even passing out out on the floor.
The mayor of District 5, who wasn’t drunk as he knew the TV cameras were on him walked up to the stage.
“You all hate this day, I hate this day, so lets just get this over with quickly.” He said in to the microphone. “I know you’re all drunk, but if you get picked, try not to make a fool out of yourself, lets try and have a good year for representation yeh?”
A loud drunken boo echoed round the crowd.
“Whatever.” The mayor retorted sticking his hand in to the glass bowl in front of him, pulling out the first tribute’s name. “Comm Adore.” He read out loudly.
“Comm! Comm!” Justin shouted, trying to shake his friend awake, who was lying in a drunken heap on the floor. “Get the hell up man you got picked!”
“Huh?!” Comm said drowsily. “I got licked? By who?! Was it a chick?!” He slurred.
“No” Justin said panicstricken, the callout of his friends name immediately sobering up. “You got picked as a tribute for The Hunger Games.”
Comm had no idea what Justin was saying. He was struggling to focus. “Just let me go back to sleep Justin” He managed to get out.
“No, you have to go up on stage, or they’ll kill you and draw out another name.” Justin said, helping his friend to his feet.
Justin held up Comm and walked him to the stage, leaving they’re other friend Alec face down in the mud, dead to the world. They reached the stage and Justin pushed Comm up the stairs.
The mayor rolled his eyes at the scene unfolding before him as Comm crawled on his hands and knees towards him. The mayor crouched down next to him.
“Anything you want to say to the crowd?” The mayor asked
“…Whats going on? Where am I?” Comm slurred.
“Excellent.” The mayor said standing back up. “Just great” He muttered under his breath.
“Lets hope the next one isn’t steaming drunk” He announced as he dipped his hand in to the bowl once more. “Though I wouldn’t count my chickens…”
He unravelled the piece of paper and spoke loudly once again in to the microphone. “Gen Saga!”
Gen, who had not met back up with her husband, had never felt more alone as she did now. She quickly scanned the crowd but couldn’t see him and had no choice but to just walk up to the stage.
“Well at least you seem sober. Hopefully that will work in your favour” The mayor smiled at Gen as she greeted him. Behind them, Comm was puking over the back of the wooden stage.
“Gen! GEN!” Came a call from the traditionally silent crowd.
Gen looked in the direction of the voice she recognised. It was Dizzy’s, pushing his way through the crowd looking distraught. Her beautiful husband, she thought, no doubt he was going to shout to her words of encouragement, was going to tell her that he loved her, and that everything was going to be ok.
Dizzy pushed to the front of the crowd, looked up at her, and pointed.
“See! I ****ing told you!” He shouted. “Racists!”
Chapter End
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