“Shut it, short stuff.” Johanna rolled her eyes. "You need another hit?“ She swiped the bottle and the hypodermic, filling it again, this time with a little less than her average dose. "Here.”
“There’s not a thing wrong with being short. If I were in the games, being short would be perfect. You could hide better, sneak up on people better, just like that Clove girl, who I personally thought was awesome.” Vendetta shook her head. “Maybe…unless there happens to be alcohol here, then I want to try that. I’ve never had it before.”
