@kahtnips is getting this because of reasons
"and she decides to grace us with her wonderful presence after all!" I say, or, rather Effie would probably say, I slurred or some shit. Doesn't matter. Another year, another two gone. I'm starting to think I'll never be able to keep my promise to Lenore Dove.
I raise the glass so fast to drain it as quickly as I can that it nearly busts my lip open and I pull a face, cough a little and shake it off.
"peeta's already knee deep in the old games. If you won't listen to anything I have to say, you're free to join him," I gesture vaguely in the direction of peeta (I think?) tucked away in a dove-colored lobby of luxury on this god forsaken train to carry them so beautifully to their death. Though I know it's pointless, I lift the glass again, just to be sure I didn't miss any of it. I didn't.
The glass hits the table and the girl, Katniss, is still standing there.
"what's is gonna be, sweetheart?" The nickname flies off my tongue (again) and after years of perfecting my poker face, she will never know the way my insides twist at that last word.