[ GUESS WHO'S DRUNK? (I guess Finnick.) You are correct! The feed starts very abruptly with this handsome fellow drinking wine straight from the bottle alone in his room. It's that kind of night. The classiest kind. After a few swigs, he points to the camera and winks. ]

It's officially my wedding anniversary. So that's great.

[ Fixing your hair while staring into the camera and trying to drink at the same time does not bode well. Oops, wine down the shirt. That's a great look for Panem's favorite heartthrob. Finnick swears under his breath and tries to remove said shirt, which is kind of an ordeal because that means putting down the bottle and how do you even do that. Okay. One armhole. No, that's the hand with wine in it. You're spilling more! Brainless. Finally, he gives up and settles for more drinking, because that's a great idea.

He looks back at the camera like a startled animal. Someone forgot he was recording! Damn Finnick, you sloppy. Idly, he rubs his faces and mumbles. ]

Got kicked out the bar— no one apper— appreciates a good ship ghost story here.

[ And the rest is unintelligible before he reaches to turn the camera off and promptly knocks everything over.

Someone please distract him. ]