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19/2/14 23:22The Capitol party, as expected, was the most exhausting. Melia had coordinated all of the outfits for the evening, so he, Mags, and Annie were all dressed in matching colors -- sea-foam green with white trim, and just trace touches of gold. The fabric of suit was thin with no shirt underneath, giving a generous view of his chest and a peek of his stomach underneath the buttons. Finnick swore that she would have sent him barefoot into the night if she thought she could get away with it.
He'd been swept away almost the minute the party started. He'd been away from the Capitol ever since the Games, and that was much longer than normal. Because he'd brought home a Victor, he'd mentored the whole time, gone home right away, and hadn't attended scarcely any parties in the interim. So, he was in high demand now. He was brought from one corner of the room to the next, taken to the back gardens and the art gallery on the third floor. Down into the basement, where the best of the wines were stored -- and some new designer drug, just half of a pill, was pressed into his hand and went down smoothly before he could think about it.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when he found himself back in the main room, which was more crowded now that the dancing was beginning.
It wasn't hard to find Annie again. His gaze just seemed to gravitate toward her. There were too many people near her, he thought. Mags was there -- but there were too many men, not touching, but too close. Finnick's stomach went tight. Snow had promised there wouldn't be any auction, but --
Finnick started across the room without much thought, breaking through to Annie with easy smiles and the slide of his body until he was able to take her hand and pull her gently toward the dance floor. There were only a few couples there already, but it was okay, he thought. This was fitting; everyone would have wanted to see this, right?
He'd been swept away almost the minute the party started. He'd been away from the Capitol ever since the Games, and that was much longer than normal. Because he'd brought home a Victor, he'd mentored the whole time, gone home right away, and hadn't attended scarcely any parties in the interim. So, he was in high demand now. He was brought from one corner of the room to the next, taken to the back gardens and the art gallery on the third floor. Down into the basement, where the best of the wines were stored -- and some new designer drug, just half of a pill, was pressed into his hand and went down smoothly before he could think about it.
It was hard to tell how much time had passed when he found himself back in the main room, which was more crowded now that the dancing was beginning.
It wasn't hard to find Annie again. His gaze just seemed to gravitate toward her. There were too many people near her, he thought. Mags was there -- but there were too many men, not touching, but too close. Finnick's stomach went tight. Snow had promised there wouldn't be any auction, but --
Finnick started across the room without much thought, breaking through to Annie with easy smiles and the slide of his body until he was able to take her hand and pull her gently toward the dance floor. There were only a few couples there already, but it was okay, he thought. This was fitting; everyone would have wanted to see this, right?