128 FIFTH CLOUD

"Does Alabaster Finch seem like the kind of tribute to have an ounce of self-contol?" Bellona retorts. "After the stunt you pulled yesterday, Four, he's probably up there nursing his wounded pride along with the mother of all hangovers."

Consumption of any mind-altering substances is strictly forbidden at District 4's academy, but he doesn't suppose the rules also apply in One, whose ethics and standards seem to align very similarly to those of the Capitol. "And what about Ruby?" he asks, grip unconsciously tightening around the dumbbells. "Think she's too scared to come down without her district partner?"

The barbell falls to the ground with a heavy clang. Bellona rolls her shoulders and shakes out her legs, a knowing smirk curving her lips. "No, I'm sure she's busy working. I bet Cashmere Columba has all sorts of tips to give her."

"I didn't see her at the parade," Finnick says. "Cashmere, I mean."