“What, so I’m your super-secret cool girlfriend, then?” Johanna laughed, taking the cork from the bottle. "Love that sound…" She poured the vodka into two glasses on Vendetta’s table, watching it ripple by itself. "Easy does it. Only one-hundred proof liquor in Panem itself.“
"Yeah, the type I have to sneak in through my bedroom window and hide in my closet when my parents come into my room.” She snickered, watching carefully as she poured it. “Awesome. Okay…” Vendetta reached out to the glass, lifting it up to her nose and taking a sniff. “Oh, wow, okay. Strong…”
