I stumbled up to the window, Opened the curtains to blinding light

Make up all over the pillow, What went on last night?

Hungover, I think I'm broken, You said the fix is a shot of Jack

- How We Do, Rita Ora

I woke up feeling as though someone had hit me over the head with a hammer and grated my insides. I was half sitting up and someone had their arms around me. I tried to open my eyes but the light made my eyes burn. I shut them and tried to regain my memory.

I had drank the first five shots fine but after the sixth I got giddy. I remembered dancing with Finn, there was laughing, a lot of laughing. Then I took the ninth shot. From there everything was a blank.

I faintly remembered being carried by Finn.

I opened my eyes and saw that I was sitting on my bathroom floor on a bed made out of towels and blankets. I was leaning up against Finnick who had his arms around me.

It suddenly all came back in full force. After the ninth shot I vomited everywhere, so bad Finn had to carry me home. Even then I didn't stop. He held my hair while I threw up in the toilet until we fell asleep on the bathroom floor. I allowed myself to smile for a second.

He had stuck by me even though he had warned me not to do it. Finnick Odair really was one of the greatest people I had ever met.

I didn't know why I was stupid enough to think I could drink that much. Just the thought of the smell of absinthe...

That was it. I forced myself out of Finn's arms and fell at the toilet, vomiting out the remains of the previous night. But my stomach was empty and pained after the hours of retching.

"Owww," I moaned, resting my check on the toilet seat. I felt too ill to care.

"It's okay," Finn said softly, rubbing my back and keeping my hair out of my face. "It's best to just get it all up."

"I'm so sorry," I said quietly, waiting for more to come up but I felt a little better now. "I'm such an idiot!"

"You're not an idiot," he said, handing me a glass of water. "You're just a new mentor trying to do your best. We've all been there."

"You've had your head down a toilet?" I joked feebly.

He laughed. "That is a story for another day. Are you well enough to move?"

"I think so," I said groggily, taking his hand and pulling myself up. "What happened last night?"

He smiled. "You did nine, vomited and I carried you home. If the press ask, you have a stomach bug."

I'd forgotten about all the photographers outside. I was dead.

"Some of the things you were saying were hilarious though," Finnick continued. "Do you remember trying to phone Runt because you 'missed your little baby?'"

"What? No!" I said, covering my face with my hands. This was just shameful. I wondered what else had slipped out. Finn seemed to notice that this was his time for revenge, so he kept talking.

"You also said we should get married."

I felt the colour rising to my face. "I didn't."

"You did," he laughed gleefully. "Drink more water, you'll feel better."

"That's doubtful." But I took it anyway. I had gotten drunk and hungover before but this feeling was enough to put me off for life. Just the smell of alcohol would surely make me vomit again.

I sat down on my bed and placed the glass on the nightstand.

I studied Finn's face, the light stubble on his cheeks and the dark rings under his eyes. He looked how I felt. He didn't have to sleep on the floor and take care if me, but he did.

"Why did you help me?" I asked timidly, half scared on the answer.

"Why wouldn't I help you?" He replied looking slightly amused.

"Because you were right," I said obviously. "And I was a bitch to you."

"No matter what happens between us, you'll always be my Emmy-Bear." He pinched my cheek and shook it from side to side.

"Trying to have a moment there but-" I stopped as vomit rose up in my mouth.

"You okay?"

"It's passed," I said, waving Finn off.

"It certainly runs in the family. Are you feeling any breakfast?"

I was starved since I had barfed up the contents of my stomach, but I doubted I'd be able to keep anything down.

And I was right. Just the smell of toast almost sent me running back into my bathroom. But Katniss and Peeta were still at the table, getting ready for their second day of training. I couldn't let them see me in such a state.

So instead I ate a dry cracker and pretended that everything was fine as Finn went downstairs to check on his tributes.

I tried to act as normal as possible but of course, Haymitch had to have his little digs.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" He asked, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. I wrinkled my nose in discussed and gulped my water down.

"I'm fine," I smiled, but it was more of a grimace.

"Really because it sounded as though someone was being exorcised in your bathroom last night." I hit my head on my hand as he cackled away. "So did you bring pride or shame onto our little family?"

"I did nine," I offered weakly.

He shrugged and looked mildly impressed. "Not bad. I thought you'd only do four."

"What?!" Did everyone have such little faith in me. "Why did you let me do it then?"

"On the off chance you did five and got a grand."

I had completely forgotten about the five shot forfeit. It wasn't anything as spectacular as 20,000, but it was a thousand notes we didn't have before.

I felt a little better knowing that the evening wasn't an entire waste, but not much.

"So what are your plans for today?" Haymitch asked.

"Plants and food?" Peeta looked to Katniss for approval who nodded.

"I think knots as well," she replied. "If we have time."

"Finn can help," I muttered weakly, before putting my arms on the table and lying on them.

"Emery, please show some decorum." Effie clapped three times, which sounded like explosions in my brain.

"Please stop," I groaned. I had never felt this awful before. My stomach hurt from reaching, I felt tired, sick; I had a headache. How I was to last the day, I didn't know.

Peeta and Katniss went down for training with Effie while I flopped onto the sofa to watch trash Capitol TV with Haymitch. I was supposed to be at a breakfast but there was no way I would be fit for that. This was the second, out of two, that I had missed. I was dreading seeing Snow.

"I wonder if your ladylike antics have made the news?" Haymitch asked, turning over to the 'Showbiz' channel.

"No way, this is way more exciting than a wasted victor," I said sarcastically as a TV actress came on screen showing her new pedicure.

"And now our favourite section of the day," the announcer said. "Couples watch." There was some cheesy music before photos of Finn and I appeared on screen.

"It was a love filled day for Hunger Games Victors Finnick Odair and Emery Abernathy as they took to the town to promote their tributes for this year." A video played of us walking down the red carpet, smiling at each other. We looked good, happy even. If I didn't know any better, I would've said we were a real couple.

"The two started off the day at the annual Hyla Luncheon before progressing to the evening Sponsors dinner. However the night turned sour when Emery came down with the flu."

Haymitch laughed loudly as a photo of Finn carrying me out the lobby flashed on screen. I cringed down in shame, but at least they brought the story.

"Don't we all want a boyfriend as kind as Mr Odair? We wish Emery a big recovery. Now on to Kayla Morow and that baby bump of hers..."

"Thank God for that. Imagine if they found out the truth. They'd have a field day," I said, as the reporter continued to ramble on.

Haymitch shrugged. "What else can they do to you? You've pretty much had everything thrown at you."

I glared at him. "You've probably jinxed it now." I knew it was stupid but I was a big believer in luck and curses, I couldn't really escape it with my upbringing. My mother would blame everything on some voodoo karma reason.

Finn and I had missed two breakfasts and I had completely ruined dinner. Every breath I took pissed Snow off. He had taken Peeta from me as an act of revenge but I knew he didn't act without meaning. Well, not when he wanted something. I could feel it in my bones, something was going to happen soon. The anticipation made me feel sick, though that was probably the hangover.

As scared as I was, I still missed the luncheon and dinner. I felt like crap and all I wanted was to cuddle up with a blanket and watch TV. So I did.

Haymitch sat with me as we watched movie after movie. Haymitch hated them, but he knew I wanted some company. I hadn't really spent any time with him in a while. We could finally just sit back and switch off for a few hours.

I didn't even realise how quickly the day had gone until Peeta and Katniss came back upstairs.

"Jesus is that the time," Haymitch said, looking at the clock.

"Time sure does fly when you're having fun," I said with a grin. He threw a cushion at me. "I can't believe how unproductive today's been."

"You needed a rest after your days of partying. I don't know how you've coped sweetheart." Haymitch pinched my cheek, just like Finn had done earlier.

I looked at the clock and saw it was after five. I hadn't seen Finn all day. It wasn't like him to disappear for so long. But he too hasn't seen his tributes in a while. He needed some downtime, as did I.

"How was training?" I asked Katniss and Peeta. She shrugged.

"Good I guess. I just really want to get at a bow."

"You have tomorrow," I reminded them. They'd get their training scores tomorrow evening. After that I would really have to step it up and try again for sponsors. But not today. Today was recovery day.

"What about you Peeta. Anything you're good at?"

He shook his head. "Not really. I'm still learning-"

"His camouflage is amazing," Katniss cut in.

"Can you stop bulling me up," Peeta moaned but I could see by the pinks of his ears that he enjoyed it really.

"Not another lovers tiff please," Haymitch drawled from the living room.

"Lovers tiff?" I asked. What had I missed? Was Peeta's crush common knowledge now.

"He's being sarcastic," Peeta said, his eyes pleading me not to say anything. "Just a few heated words." He smiled at Katniss who half returned it shyly. Maybe there was something between them. Not yet, but something in the future. Well, if they both weren't off to fight to the death. Was there not a love story today that didn't end in tragedy.

Effie seemed to appear from no where, clapping her hands and making us all jump. "Dinner time! Cinna's out on business so more for us," She said as the Avoxes came out. Peeta and Katniss were looking at the girl one and then each other. Something weird was going on, but I decided just to leave them to it. I had a messed up relationship of my own to solve.

After managing to choke down a plate of plain sticky rice, I decided to go on the hunt for Finnick. He was probably just downstairs, but I needed some peace of mind.

"You need to learn how to play hard to get sweetheart," Haymitch called as I entered the elevator. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Finnick would be fine, he would just be sleeping. He had spent the night with me on the toilet floor mopping up my vomit. If I were him I'd stay a way for a while. But why did I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.

When I got to the fourth floor, they were just finishing off dinner. The room was quiet, unlike upstairs with everyone talking. We really had gotten lucky with our tributes, and mentors.

"Emery, my gorgeous darling!" Rohm said extravagantly as I walked into the room. I stifled a giggle as Mags rolled her eyes.

"How are you doing Rohm?" I asked politely, not caring one bit.

"Fabulous. I'm just upset my baby girl hasn't been to visit."

I wonder why. I wanted to answer back, ask him why he was being so fake when he blatantly hated me last year, but I was only here for one thing.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your dinner, but I was wondering if Finn's here?"

Mags shook her head. "I'm sorry dear but I assumed he was with you. I haven't seen him since yesterday lunchtime."

That's wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. The panic I had choked down earlier began to return. It wasn't like Finnick to disappear. Something was wrong. And I needed to find him.

"No worries," I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could muster. "Tell him to call me when he gets back."

I wanted to scream my worries, frustrations and suspicions to Mags but I couldn't worry her. She was an old lady and I doubted it would bode well. I was on my own here.

I went back upstairs, my legs jiggling around with nerves and anticipation. I needed to find him, I doubted I'd be able to think straight if I didn't. My feelings about Snow's revenge earlier had to be right. I just hoped he wouldn't be too cruel.

But this was Snow, who reaped my friend and an eleven year old girl just because I wouldn't do what he said. I had embarrassed him last night with my antics. Who better to take it out on than Finn. I knew how Snow played and this wouldn't be pretty. He wouldn't harm Finn too much; he needed him. But I still didn't like the thought of what he might do to get his revenge.

When the elevator reached our floor I jumped out and headed straight to my room.

"Where are you going?" Haymitch called but I ignored him and fetched my coat and shoes. I threw them on and went back to the elevator.

"Finn's missing," I said quickly. "I have to find him."

"Emery, please think about this-"

But the elevators doors were already shut and I was on my way down.

I had no idea where to look. It wouldn't do well to barge into Snow's office, demanding where Finn was. I would have to start of discreet. And who was more clever and covert than Rocky Dakota. He would know what was going on, he always did.

I took a cab to his bar and knocked on the door, trying to remember the secret code that Finn had done before. It sounded nothing like it, but Rocky answered anyway.

"Abernathy, what can I do you for?"

"It's Finn. Can I come in?" I didn't wait for a response before barging in.

"Sure," he said sarcastically, swinging the door shut behind me. "You wanna go up?"

I walked quickly upstairs to Rocky's sitting room but I was surprised to see Cinna sitting on the sofa looking embarrassed and shocked to see me.

"Hey Cinna what are you doing here- oh never mind," I said waving him off. "Finn's missing."

"Missing?" Rocky looked surprised. "Since when? When did you last see him?"

"About eleven hours."

He laughed. "Jesus drama queen. Eleven hours barely counts as missing. It takes that long to climb the stairs in your training palace. Are you sure he's not on your landing?"

I glared at him. "How can you joke?! You're supposed to be his friend. We haven't exactly been obedient lately. What's to say Snow hasn't punished him?"

"Punished him? Finnick is Snow's golden boy. While he's got use for him, which he does, Odair's safer than anyone. Am I right?" He turned to Cinna who nodded.

"I wouldn't get too worked up, he's going to be fine. You'd know if anything bad happened."

"Exactly my point. If he doesn't turn up by tomorrow then I'll be out with the pitchforks at the president's mansion."

I could only agree. What he said made sense, but that still didn't calm the worry. I would just have to wait, it would be suicide to do anything alone and there was no one else to help me.

"Tomorrow," I confirmed quietly.

"Now if that is all, I shall see you soon," he said, pushing me out the door.

Rocky was acting weird. Well, weirder. And I never did find out what Cinna was doing there. It was obvious he held a soft spot for Katniss. I wondered if Rocky had enlisted him in our dormant rebellion. I would have to ask him about it later.

I walked onto the main road and took another cab back to the training centre. I poked my head into the fourth floor on my way up but he still wasn't back.

There was one good thing about this wild goose chase; it was a perfect distraction from my hangover. But now I was back in my room with nothing but worrying thoughts in my head, the nausea returned.

I needed sleep, I felt physically and mentally tired after the previous night. Without sleep I would surely fall ill. But I knew I would never be able to with Finn lost somewhere.

I took two sleeping pills from the Kitchen cabinet and was asleep in seconds...

When I woke up it was dark. My eyes shot open as a crack of light appeared at the door as it was being slowly opened. I grabbed the lamp off the side of my bed and leapt into action, ready to throw it at the intruder.

"Em it's me." The light turned on to reveal Finnick standing in front of me. His eyes were hollow, dark rings circled around them. But I didn't care.

I let the lamp clatter to the floor as I threw my arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

"You're okay," I said softly, stroking his hair with my hand. But his normally well kept hair was disheveled and greasy.

I pulled back and saw that his lip was cut too, he was also wincing from the hug.

"Finn what happened," I said, taking in the extent of the damage. He was tired, his body hunched over, his lips cracking as though he hasn't had a drink all day.

"It's nothing," he shrugged off, attempting a smile.

"What happened," I repeated again, this time more firmly.

"Snow wanted me to do something, ruffed me around a bit," he said, pointing to his bust lip. "But I wouldn't. So as punishment he's sent me on five call outs today."

"Five," I shrieked in horror. I hugged him tightly again, ignoring his winces. I checked the clock and saw it was almost 4am. "I'm so sorry Finn."

"Not your fault."

"It is though, if I hadn't been so stupid-"

He grabbed my hand. "Emery, listen for once in your life. It's not your fault, it's just what Snow does. When he wants something, he gets it."

I looked down, unable to look at his poor broken face. "It is though. I've been so worried. You've been gone all day. I went to Rocky's and everything."

He let out a small humourless laugh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you cared."

"Don't know where you got that idea from," I said with a small smile, but I wasn't really in the mood. "Oh, what was it Snow wanted from you," I asked suddenly remembering. It would have to be pretty big for Finn to ignore and get a beating. However he just shrugged. Again.

"Just more public appearances, courtesan duties." I didn't believe him one bit, but he'd had a hard day; I didn't want to press him.

"I've sorted it now but I don't want to take any chances," he said seriously. "Next few days stay with me and when I'm gone, Haymitch. I don't want him pulling a fast one."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you cared," I mimicked. He gave me a small nudge.

"So you were worried, huh?"

I pursed my lips, unsure whether to play it cool, or tell him the truth: I was a crazy, clingy emotional wreck.

"Just a tad. It's weird, I've spent so much time with you the past few days when you're not here it just feels..."

"Empty?" He offered.

I nodded. "Stupid right?"

Finn shook his head. "No, not at all."

There was a small silence between us. I took the opportunity to study his face. After the initial shock it wasn't so bad, nothing a bit of ointment couldn't fix. I was just glad he was back in one piece.

"Am I forgiven then?" He asked, smiling slightly. I looked at him confused. What had he done? "For yesterday, you know..."

"You were forgiven the second you held my hair back while I wretched my guts out." I grimaced at the memory but thanks to my sleep I felt back to normal.

"I can't believe you slapped me." He tried to look offended but his grin crept through.

"I can't believe you kissed me to get your own way," I answered smartly. "I was pissed."

His deep green eyes met mine, their sparkle returned. "You loved it really." The corners of his mouth creased up where he grinned.

I looked down and held back a smile of my own. "No comment," I tried to say cooly, but the amusement and embarrassment was clear in my voice.

He laughed and put his arm around me, kissing my head. "No woman can resist these charms." I scoffed and rested my head on his shoulder, the tiredness returning.

"Thanks Em," he said quietly, stroking my arm softly.

"For what?" I yawned, snuggling in further.

He sighed. "This has been one of the worst days I've had in a while. It's nice to have you here to cheer me up."

"Well stick around, I'll be here all week."

He squeezed me tighter to him in a hug before letting go.

"I plan on it, do you mind if I use your shower?"

"Go for it," I mumbled, snuggling back into bed. I heard him chuckled before the shower turned on.

I drifted into a half sleep until Finnick came back into my room five minutes later. I automatically cuddled into his chest as he got into bed beside me.

"Night Finn," I breathed.

"Goodnight Emery," he kissed my head again, sending calming sparkles down my body before I fell back to sleep.


Thanks to the first good nights sleep I'd had in a while, I woke up fresh and early. Finn got up too but had to be coaxed with an energy drink. I hated the things but after his awful day yesterday, I could deny him it.

"He has returned!" Haymitch said dramatically as we came in for breakfast. "This one was getting worried."

I stuck my tongue out at him and helped myself to pancakes. It felt good to be able to eat again. As they continued talking, I turned my attention to Peeta and Katniss.

"How you guys feeling about today?" I asked. They'd get their training scores today. This would define their initial sponsors and odds.

Katniss shrugged. "Okay I guess. I don't really know what to expect."

"It's fine. I got a bit mouthy though so keep your head down." I warned. I had only snapped a little at Seneca Crane but it could've gone a lot worse.

"You told Mags?!" Finnick butted in, his voice higher than normal. If he didn't look annoyed I would have laughed.

"What? You were missing; I was worried."

He rolled his eyes but his expression softened. "I'm going to tell her I'm back," he said standing up. He turned to me. "Remember what I told you last night. Stay here."

"Yes sir," I saluted. "Do I get to know why I'm under house arrest?"

"Just a precaution," he said, patting my head like a pet. People needed to stop doing that. "I'll see you after breakfast."

Haymitch narrowed his eyes at me after he'd gone. "What was all that about?"

"No idea," I said honestly. Well, I had some idea, but I didn't want to say it in front of Effie, Peeta and Katniss. Cinna was safe for the time being which reminded me.

"What were you doing at Rocky's yesterday?" I whispered across to him. Effie's chipper instructions of the day drew the attention away from us.

"He thinks Katniss is a good investment."

So Rocky had told him his suspicions about Katniss being a promise for social change. I thought Rocky had just gotten over excited before but he was actually serious. Her training scores hasn't even been released yet...

The elevator doors dinged opened behind us. Finn. And everyone laughed at me for being paranoid and clingy.

"Couldn't keep away from me, could you?" I called with a laugh. I turned around but it wasn't Finn standing beside me. It was Richard Small, assistant to the President.

I jumped when I saw him standing behind me. He looked serious, but then he always did.

"Miss Abernathy," he drawled. "The president requests and audience with you."

"What for?" I asked, trying to remain as calm as possible. Finn knew this was going to happen, he had tried to prevent it. If Richard Small was here it was bad, but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Informations classified."

My stomach swirled with fear as he spoke, my feet tingled. Everyone at the table looked at me with confusion.

I turned around, my back to Mr Small, to arrange my plate for collection. I looked to Cinna and mouthed Get Finn before slowly standing up and turning to face Small. I would have to go with him, there was no doubt about that.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Cinna slip out of his chair and head towards his room, which was also where the stairwell was. I hoped he got to Finn in time, but what would happen if he did. Could he drag me away, defy Snow's orders?

Even still I took extra long slipping on my shoes.

"Coat?" I asked Mr Small.

"It's not cold," he replied, pushing me towards the elevator. I shot a confused Haymitch, Katniss and Peeta a reassuring nod before the elevator doors shut and we descended downstairs.

Mr Small put his hand on my shoulder as we stood awkwardly. I tried to shrug him off but he didn't budge.

"I'm not going to run away," I said, quietly but defiantly. I may have been scared, but there was still a little fight in me. He said nothing.

He kept his hand on my shoulder right until we got into the car. He guided me in, pushing me down into a sitting position before walking around the car and sliding into the passenger seat.

I kept my eye on the lobby the entire time. Just as we sped off I saw Finn and Cinna jump out of the elevators. But I was gone before they had even spotted the car. They were too late; it was too late.

We had reached the Presidents Mansion in a little over a minute, but it felt even shorter.

Mr Small opened my car door and attempted to lead the way to Snow's office, but I sped ahead. If I was marching to my death I wanted to do it with some dignity.

When I finally reached his office doors I stopped, taking in two deep breaths. Whatever happened, happened. There was nothing I could do to stop it. He owned me now, I had known that for a while. The President was sly and crafty, I had been expecting to be called to him soon. Haymitch and I had spoken about it yesterday.

But my feel still tingled when I knocked on his door.

His pink haired secretary answered.

"Emery Abernathy," she chipped professionally. "The president will see you immediately."

She led me through her little office/waiting room before opening the door on the far wall. "Miss Abernathy here for you sir."

She swung the door open further to reveal the President sitting behind his desk. He didn't stand to greet me; he just sat their, eyeing me up with a sick amusement in his eyes. I held my head high as I sat down in the small chair opposite him, the smell of blood and roses choking my nostrils.

"Good Morning President Snow," I said politely.

"Good Morning Miss Abernathy. It's been an eventful few days you've had," he said, folding his hands onto his desk.

"Yes, it has." It was the only words I could muster. He noticed my discomfort and smiled.

"We haven't spoken in a while, how are you coping? It's pretty awful, your best friend being reaped..."

My fists clenched at my sides but my expression remained impassive. "Yes, it is," I repeated in the same dull tone. I didn't want to be sitting here exchanging pleasantries; I just wanted him to get to the point.

He let out a humourless laugh. "I was just thinking about the last time you visited me in my office," here it was. "And we spoke about becoming a courtesan. Have you changed your mind on the matter?"

"No I haven't," I huffed, unaware that I was holding my breath as he spoke. "But I thought that because Finn and I were fake dating, it put people off."

"It did for a while, but you've grown quite a fanbase during your time at the Capitol and there's more interest then ever. But if I can't tempt you?"

"No," I snapped, regretting my tone. "Thank you," I added. Hopefully it would soften the blow, but I doubted it. I had disobeyed the President for a second time, but oddly he didn't look angry.

"It is your choice," he nodded understandingly. "I can't force you after all. I was also thinking about something else we spoke about. You said you had no one you cared about but yet, you have the Mellark boy."

Oh no, where was he going with this now. Who else's life was he going to destroy because of my mistakes.

He slowly opened his desk draw and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to me and nodded. "Open it."

I complied, my hands shaking. I felt as though time had stopped when I saw what was inside.

Photographs of Gale and I, some months ago. Walking with Runt, talking in the meadow, arguing in the street and then the last one; us kissing in my garden on the day before the reaping. His hands on my bare waist, mine around his neck.

I didn't know how or who had taken the photographs but I knew that what I had said before was true. No where was safe, not even my own home.

"Are you surprised?" Snow asked, snapping me out of my trance. "I was too. I thought we were honest with each other, Miss Hope."

My eyes met his dark ones. Hope. The name I had left behind in the Seam. The name of the broken girl from filth and disgrace; and now he was trying to drag me back into that life.

"This boy, from what I believe is good friends with Katniss Everdeen?" I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted to pass out, I could feel my breath quicken with every second.

"Take a look at the screen please?" He pressed a button and a hologram TV appeared showing Gale walking along the a street in the Seam, Runt in tow.

"Come on you little idiot," Gale called affectionally, as Runt sniffed a garbage can.

My heart quickened at the sight of them. Snow had cameras and workers everywhere. What was he going to do to make me cooperate.

He pressed another button and another camera angle played, this one wider and showing a broken power line.

"Now Miss Abernathy, with the press of this button the power line falls and it's bye bye boyfriend," his tone was dark, menacing. I knew he was evil, but I had never heard him sound like this before. "So I'm going to ask you one last time. Would you like to join the forces of the Courtesans?"