“What fans?” Johanna sneers, taking the glass and downing it unceremoniously, letting out a sigh as she does so. Finnick was one of the few people in the Capitol she could actually tolerate, let alone joke around with. Their camaraderie had been unexpected - at least from Johanna’s perspective - even though she’d always imagined she’d quite like District Four ( the glimpse she managed to get of it on her victory tour wasn’t enough to satisfy her, the idea of an ocean still being foreign and intangible ), the tributes from the district hadn’t been particularly friendly during her games ( then again, neither had Johanna - she’d killed one of them, after all ), and her first impression of Finnick himself had been… arrogant.
Perhaps he was still arrogant, but Johanna had found a friendship (or as close to one as she was willing to concede ) with Finnick, and she’d held onto it like a lifeline since the end of her games ( not that she would ever admit this - her will to simply go it alone too strong to be swayed ). “And is he?” She asks, unable to resist - Finnick may be a friend, but District Four is usually strong, and any information helps. “An idiotic asshole? He struck me as one, but you know how quick I am to judge.”
“People project their inner desires on us. We are just a marketing product on a shiny wrap ready to be sold and bright up the lives of the people around the capitol, Johana” He commented casually as he held his drink. “Believe it or not, some adore you because of the way media portrays you.” He stated.
“And I guess they wish they could tell people to fuck off more often...” He quickly added when he realized he may have sound deeper than he usually did. He took advantadge to change the situation topic when she asked him about his tribute.
“People can be assholes, but they need to be smart enough to dosify their ‘charm’, you know?” He commented as he took a sip.
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