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          It was a rare sight. A handful of Victors spread across a table, no weapons in sight. The Capital’s annual celebrations in honour of the latest Victor were always extreme. One would even call them overkill.
          
          Stretching her mouth into a tight smile, Briar brushed through the tangles of people. Familar faces scattered amongst them. Not happy faces. Who wants to bump into their one night stand? Ding ding. No one. Briar wasn’t working tonight. 
          
          Slumping down into her assigned seat, she tossed a look to the person beside her. Young...people’s eyes seemed to be glued to him. Shit. What was his name? 
          
          “Don’t eat the red looking soup. They lace it with laxatives.” Briar leaned over to him, pushing the bowl away from them. She’d made that mistake before. They should really label the food they spike with that stuff. “District one right?”

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