"I've never been one to prize quality over quantity," I say. "Just get me to a bottle, and make it fast."

She leads me down a wide staircase and into a huge foyer. Marble and glass and polished wood, this place almost puts the Capitol to shame. The questions in my head keep mounting, but I bite them back til she pushes open a door and leads me to an empty chair at the bar.

"I don't care," I tell the bartender when she asks what I want. "Just make it strong, and make it fast."