WHO: Nic Crankshaw & Cassianus, a Capitolite entrepreneur. WHAT: Trying to get that sponsor cash. WHEN: Lunch hour on Day 6. WHERE: Some wine bar over there. STATUS: Complete. WARNINGS: N/A.
“Cassianus,” Nic started as he tilted his head and gave the potential sponsor a wide smile. “This is a no-brainer! You would have no brains to pass up an opportunity like this.”
The older man tapped the side of his wine glass. “I’m not so sure, Nico. District Ten isn’t exactly a top district.”
Nic’s smile somehow became even bigger. “But you saw the bloodbath, right? You’ve been following the games, right? Those kids have what it takes to win! I knew it from the moment they both walked on stage. And I know you want to jump on this cattle cart before everyone else does.”
“I’m just not sure how they would add to my brand,” Cassianus replied.
“Are you kidding me, Cassianus?” Nic slapped his thigh for added emphasis. “You are the Capitol’s leading supplier of chocolate covered twenty-four carat gold laced bacon! You blow all the other suppliers right out of the water! When people think of chocolate covered twenty-four carat gold laced bacon, they think of you! You are a match made in heaven with District 10.”
Cassianus nodded. “Well we do outsource only the finest pork from them.”
“Yes,” he shouted, which caused quite a few wine bar patrons to glance at him. “That is exactly what I’ve been saying. And Kevin. Oh, Kevin. How perfect is it that is last name is Bacon? He’s made to be your spokesman. And if he happens to fuck up and die a horrible death, we have Melissa! She’s cute! People like cute things as much as they like chocolate covered twenty-four carat gold laced bacon! You just can’t go wrong here!”
“I just don’t know...”
“When one of them win, I’ll get them to sign on to being your celebrity endorsement,” he promised. “How’s that sound?”
At first, Cassianus didn’t say anything. “Can you throw in some sauna pants? And maybe a Brutus Snuggie?”