“There’s no alcohol in the hospital, genius. And Clove… amateur. Shouldn’t have played up the danger so early on. She actually looked kinda cute. I’d have liked her if she wasn’t so arrogant.”
"Well, how am I supposed to know that you didn’t attempt to bring some in? You never know.” Vendetta chuckled, grabbing the needle and sinking it into her skin once again. “Yeah…” She glanced away from her arm as she pulled the needle out, she still hated them. “She was cute, but she was skilled too. I mean, sure, she got herself killed because of making a bad decision, but how could you blame her? Katniss was the competition. She wanted her gone.”
