Old Friends
Cayden was in his cellar, picking out his best bottle of wine. Only he would be drinking it of course, Marcus never preferred wine. He was always wanting something stronger. Cayden finally found the vintage he was looking for. He grabbed it and headed back upstairs.
He was filling a glass with the vintage he had chosen when he heard a knock on his door. "It's open!" The door opened and his friend Marcus entered his suite. "Hey Marcus, I missed you." He wrapped his friend in a tight hug. He had missed Marcus, still he hated to see him under these circumstances. "You got a letter too?" he held his letter up to show Marcus. "I cannot believe what they are doing for the Quarter Quell." He tossed a hand up to the air, "I get that they want to spice things up but," Cayden sighed, "aren't children enough?" He took a drink and he grimaced at the thought of old men and women and four year old children dying at the hands of others far more vicious. And he thought he had seen everything.