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someone’s in the doghouse and it isn’t Fish

“We’ll find her, don’t worry”

Was that what he thought she was worried about? Annie looked over at Finnick, saw the way he was looking at her.

“I know.” She gave him a smile and squeezed his hand back. “I love you,” she added. Annie pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and then turned her attention back to the food. After she had eaten and the dishes were all done, she took Dorian to get changed. His clothes were covered in syrup and she didn’t need him looking like he was raised by wolves when they went to visit Katniss and Peeta.

“Fin?” she called through the house once she had Dorian changed and a bag packed of things to keep him entertained while she and Finnick went through the woods. Annie wasn’t sure who was watching him, but she assumed it’d be Katniss’ mother or Johanna. Though Annie had misgivings about the things that Dorian learned when he was with Jo, she knew there was nowhere safer than with her.

“I think we’re ready.” Annie’s own clothes were a little wrinkled from sleeping in them, but she didn’t care. They were just going to get messed up again as she went through the woods.

They finished their breakfast in almost total silence except for the scraping of forks on plates and Dorian’s occasional attempts at conversation, which consisted of a demand for juice. Finnick finished his pancakes (after getting Dorian some juice, of course), and glanced over to Annie for a moment, just to make sure she was okay. He worried about her when she got quiet so suddenly like that. It was the same way she got when she started slipping away from him, and even though that didn’t happen often anymore, it still scared him to think that it could. Maybe he was paranoid, but he had his worries. 

He helped Annie with the dishes and then waited for her to change Dorian and pack a bag. They would be on their way to Twelve soon to look for the dog, and as far as their son knew, they were just going to visit their friends there. He didn’t need to know anything about Fish being missing. With any luck, they would have her back by the end of the day and he wouldn’t have to know any of this had ever happened. At worst, they would have some explaining to do.

"Fin? I think we’re ready."

Finnick nodded, not having prepared a whole lot for himself. He was good to go into the woods the way he was, so he’d just waited for Annie to finish getting ready. “Okay. You have everything you need Dorian?” he asked, looking down at his son who was walking next to Annie. 

"Maybe" Dorian said simply, although he didn’t seem to be thinking about it too hard. 

"Good enough" Finnick nodded, opening the door and heading out. 

Only a couple hours later, the trio arrived at Mrs. Everdeen’s house. Finnick had taken the liberty of calling while Annie was getting Dorian’s things ready and she’d said she would be happy to watch Dorian for the day. He knocked on the door and, almost immediately, the woman was standing in front of him.  

"Finnick, Annie" the woman said, a little smile on her face. "Good to see you. It’s really been too long" she said, moving aside as though welcoming them inside. 

Finnick stepped into the house, followed by Annie and Dorian. “Nice to see you too, Lorelle. And thanks so much for watching Dorian today” he said with a smile. 

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Magic Peeta

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Finnick Odair: peetambaker: Finnick Odair: peetambaker: Finnick Odair: Magic…

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“Wait a minute! Hey, stop!”

Finnick didn’t stop until Peeta had a hold of his hands so he could no longer dig through the raunchy outfits in the pile the man had said to choose from. Some of the options were kind of hilarious and he had a few in mind for his friend, but the other man was adamant. Now that Peeta had a hold of him, he was more or less forced to listen, so he fixed him with an at least mildly interested expression and waited for him to continue.

“You’re forgetting one little detail about this plan of yours!”

Finnick refrained from rolling his eyes and instead played along. “And what’s that?” he asked, although he didn’t like the smile on Peeta’s face.

“I’m not doing it!”

He knew he hadn’t like the smile. He also knew that was coming. Finnick heard him out as he ranted on about how he wasn’t stripping, how wrong it was, how the only person he was intimate with was Katniss. Honestly, it went in one ear and out the other.

“I’m not telling you to be intimate with them. You’re not sleeping with them, Peeta, you’re putting on a show. That’s all it is” he explained with a teasing smirk, pulling his hands back and resuming digging through the pile of clothes. “So put this on and show me what you can do” he said, handing him one of the outfits from the pile. “There’s enough layers there that you don’t need to get through all of them. Shirt first, and if you’re dancing is impressive enough, that’s all you’ll need for now. And shows like this, keep the underwear on” he said, not letting Peeta get a word in edgewise.

“Hurry up and change, we still have enough time to work a bit on your moves. Or do you want to go out there completely unprepared?” Finnick’s smirk was a little wider now, waiting to see whether or not Peeta would go along with this. Surely Katniss wouldn’t be angry if Peeta didn’t really strip. All he had to do was dance, and the only requirement would be to take his shirt off during. Or maybe he had just grown detached enough that he didn’t think something like this was so bad. 

Would Annie be upset if he were to do what he was asking Peeta to do? Maybe, but probably not if he followed the instructions he had just given Peeta. Not if he was mostly clothed and only dancing. Not if he wasn’t like the others, pulling girls onto the stage, giving them exactly what they wanted. He realized maybe this was why he wasn’t the one going on, although he’d volunteered Peeta as a joke. Still, it was a little late now, and the fact remained that it was a joke and not something to be taken seriously. 

“I’m not telling you to be intimate with them. You’re not sleeping with them, Peeta, you’re putting on a show. That’s all it is”

Peeta could have smacked the man. Was he really that stupid? He couldn’t be drunk, because they’d barely had time to drink anything. 

"I’m not putting on anything, and I’m certainly not taking anything off." Peeta assured him. Finnick went on to explain that Peeta wouldn’t be required to get completely nude for the event, and by now the new father was about ready to burst.

"If you think this is such a good idea, why don’t you go out there?" Peeta demanded. "Because I sure as hell am not. I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I have a wife and child at home and the last time I checked, so do you." He shook his head. It was crazy that Finnick would even suggest such a thing. After all his time in the Capitol working for Snow, this was his idea of a fun night out? Finnick knew the hell it was when he was put on display, and now he wanted to show off Peeta? Of course Peeta knew this wasn’t the same thing, but still. Morals were morals. "This is a bad idea, Finnick and I’m not doing it." Peeta declared, his tone firm with finality. "Now we can go and find something else to do, or I can go home. Either way I’m not sticking around. Are you coming with me or not?"

As soon as Peeta opened his mouth, he realized he’d already lost. He’d realized that a few minutes before, and he was wondering why this seemed like a good idea in the first place. He knew why; he thought it would be funny to get Peeta to do something crazy for once. If he had Jo here with him, she’d already be on stage, taking the spotlight from anyone else who tried to fight her for it. But this was Peeta- not uptight exactly, but… Finnick couldn’t put a word to it. Whatever it was, it made him think that witnessing Peeta getting a little bit crazy would be funny. This wasn’t.

“Because I sure as hell am not. I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I have a wife and child at home and the last time I checked, so do you.”

He tried not to let the remark sting, but that didn’t stop it. Never would he do anything to wrong his wife and son. He’d spent so much time proving that before their marriage, when it had just been him and Annie, that of course he wasn’t going out there. He realized exactly why he wouldn’t, and that the ‘joke’ he’d planned for Peeta wasn’t in good taste. Especially not if he really didn’t want to do it. He didn’t speak until Peeta was done, not that he would have had much of a chance anyway.

“Now we can go and find something else to do, or I can go home. Either way I’m not sticking around. Are you coming with me or not?”

Finnick dropped the materials in his hands and stood up. “Yeah, let’s go. This way” he said, defeated. He wasn’t going to argue with that. There wasn’t any arguing with that. The man had his values and Finnick mentally kicked himself for nearly stepping over them, for not thinking and letting some random idea get carried away with him.

Luckily, the two of them avoided further confrontations with the man from earlier seeing as he was off taking care of whatever other business he had to tend to, so they just walked right out the front door. Now that they were out of there, Finnick wasn’t really sure where to go. There was the original club he’d been planning to take Peeta to, but he wasn’t sure if the other man would still be up for that or if his mood had been ruined. They could try, but first maybe an apology was in order.

“Peeta, sorry about what happened in there. I shouldn’t have got carried away like that” he offered, hoping it was enough. Peeta had a gentle nature, and making him get upset like that was a feat hard to come by. Finnick wasn’t sure he’d accomplished it much in the time he’d known him. “I can make it up to you by taking you to the right place” he offered, a little questioning smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Because I swear, that was an accident” now he couldn’t help but laugh as he remembered the look on Peeta’s face when the men came on stage.

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someone’s in the doghouse and it isn’t Fish

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finnickodairdistrict4:

Finnick nodded when Annie assured him that both she and the baby were okay. He knew that his constant worrying about her drove her a little crazy sometimes but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to make sure she and the baby were healthy and that they stayed that way.

“That depends on if the dog as on the foot of the bed or not.”

He should have guessed as much. Just because she didn’t seem as angry as he expected last night didn’t mean that it wouldn’t come to her eventually. And, to be honest, she still wasn’t as angry with him. Maybe that part would come when they went looking for the dog. What if they didn’t find her? Or what if they did and she was hurt or killed? He shoved the useless thoughts out of his mind, deciding to focus on the fact that Annie wanted him to put the sheets away.

“Sure, I’ll just be a second. Save some legs for me too” he called after her, laughing as he heard Dorian’s protests as Annie continued to tease him on her way to the kitchen. He folded the blankets up and then put them away in the closet, meeting up with Annie and Dorian in the kitchen only a couple minutes later.

Already he could smell pancakes cooking and his stomach grumbled. “That smells amazing” he complimented, walking over to where Dorian was helping Annie cook. “Dorian, that must be your work” he said, heading over to the fridge and pulling out some blueberries. He handed a few to his son. “Want to drop these in the pancake?”

Dorian seemed to look over to Annie to see if it was okay, but before he got a real answer his head was nodding yes and his little fingers were letting go of the blueberries, letting them fall in a clump in the middle. “Couldn’t have done it better myself” Finnick smirked, handing him a couple more, and sprinkling a few around the rest of the pancake himself to even it out. 

Annie watched Finnick as he entered and helped Dorian with the pancakes. She waited until they were done spilling the blueberries over the ones she was cooking, and then she flipped them. The smell in the kitchen was rich and warm and it was hard to believe that anything was wrong. They’d find Fish soon, she knew it. They just had to.

She plated the pancakes and distributed them to her boys. Dorian went into his high chair, though she noticed that it was a bit snug. He’d need to change to a booster seat soon enough. That made her pause and she lingered over him for a bit longer than she needed to. Her baby was growing up. He was getting bigger and their family was expanding and she wasn’t ready for all of it. Annie’s breath came in a little short as she slid into her seat, and she didn’t start eating. Even though Dorian would be turning three soon, she still couldn’t believe that he was her son.

She wasn’t sure if these nerves were normal or because she wasn’t quite … right all the time. Either way, she reached out for Finnick and took his hand under the table. Was he as freaked out by all this as she was, or no? Her hand tightened and she swallowed hard, hoping that would get rid of her dry throat. It didn’t.

Finnick sat down at the table as Annie scooped the pancakes onto plates, handing one to him and one to Dorian. They smelled delicious, as did the whole kitchen right now, and everything seemed to be going much better than he thought the day before. He knew things wouldn’t really be right until they found Fish, but he’d expected the cold shoulder and not this.

He cut into his pancake with the side of his fork, watching one of the blueberries ooze onto his plate, and took a bite. It was delicious, just like he anticipated, and he glanced over to Annie to see if she agreed, but she hadn’t even started on hers yet. There was something about her right now that didn’t quite seem right, and just as the thought went through his mind, he felt her take his hand under the table.

He felt worry tugging at him and he gave her hand a little reassuring squeeze under the table, his food forgotten for the moment. The first thing he thought was that maybe this was about the dog. She hadn’t really given him too much of a hard time about it yet, so maybe this was it. He glanced at Dorian as though making sure he was immersed in his food rather than paying attention to his parents and then his attention was focused back on Annie. “We’ll find her, don’t worry” he said, misinterpreting her sudden change in mood.

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Lady and the Tramp || Finnick & Annie

Finnick stared out the window of the train that was speeding its way toward the Capitol. At this rate, they would be there by morning. The annual Reaping was over for another year by barely a few hours. He could still hear the escort and announcer as she called the names, and each year he scanned the crowd to see who was going to step forward, just like everyone else. It was always easy to pick out the victim. The one who was eerily pale, their faces frozen in some expression that wasn’t really fear because it hadn’t quite made it that far yet, or maybe the one who looked as though they were about to vomit.

That wasn’t always the case. Sometimes there were volunteers. In District Four, it wasn’t unheard of for someone to volunteer for the position. While they weren’t One or Two, they still had their share of career tributes, but this year that wasn’t the case. This year no one stepped up, and the girl walked toward the stage, two peace keepers at her side until she mounted the stairs, as though she would try to run if they stepped away too early.

Annie Cresta. That was what the woman had said when she called her name, and no one had volunteered in her place. The same went for the boy. Zander Gordon, slightly younger than the girl; around sixteen or so. There ceremony ended quickly after both tributes were called to the stage and then there were the usual goodbyes in the Justice building. Finnick just headed to his compartment in the train, which was where he’d been ever since.

Now it was time to officially meet the new tributes. This, he could honestly say, was exhausting. Meeting two people whose odds were so against their coming back, no matter how hard he tried to train them. But no one knew that better than they did right now. He made his way through the different compartments until he found what served as a living room of sorts, where only one of them remained. The escort was nowhere to be seen, and he hoped that meant that they’d received their privacy for at least a little while.

“I was hoping to catch you both at the same time” he said as he made his way toward the small woman sitting on the couch. He took a seat across from her and didn’t wait for an answer. “I’m Finnick” he introduced, glancing over at her. “I’m going to be your mentor” he clarified. From up close, and now that she wasn’t standing on stage in front of her whole district, she didn’t look as fragile as he’d first thought. Strong? Not by any means, but he’d learned not to judge that right away. He noticed she probably wasn’t a lot younger than he was, and he remembered a time when that felt strange. When he’d been mentoring tributes older than him by several years; although now, at twenty years old, that was no longer the case. 

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This wasn’t the plan, and Peeta wasn’t going to stick around for the mishap. That much was obvious, and Finnick couldn’t blame him. He’d much rather be at the club he’d intended on going to, clearly not this one. The men on the stage weren’t wasting any time in getting rid of their clothes; they started with their shirts, ripping them off as they danced, occasionally taking the hand of a woman in the crowd and pulling her onto the stage.

“I don’t know what your idea of a good time is, but this is not mine!” 

“What, you don’t like this place?” Finnick asked innocently, raising an unbelieving eyebrow. He knew what was going to come out of Peeta’s mouth before he even opened it. It had just taken a couple seconds longer than he thought.

“Got any other ideas?!”

“We could go to the right club. Sound any better to you?” Finnick suggested, a smirk starting at the edge of his mouth as he watched his friends obvious discomfort. He pulled back the rest of his drink, deciding not to waste his money- drinks were expensive- and then started heading toward the exit with Peeta at his heals. He imagined the man practically bouncing in his eagerness to reach the door. They were close to the exit, just passing the main booth where you pay to get in, but a door to a hall that lead to backstage was open and two men were arguing.

“What do you mean you can’t go on? How the fuck do you suggest we replace you with barely 20 minutes to spare?!”

The man seemed stressed to say the least, but the one he was talking to was so obviously drunk that the smell reached Finnick’s nose from where he was standing.

“Not my pro-“ the man was starting to answer him, but instead he turned and hurled, just missing a garbage can. Beautiful.

“Fantastic. You know what? Don’t come back. You’re done. Find me a damn replacement and maybe I’ll give you your week’s pay, jackass.” the man was raving, and Finnick couldn’t help what went through his mind or the evil way he glanced at Peeta. He took his friend’s arm and walked toward the man.

“He can go on” he said, fixing the man with a much more than simply over-confident gaze.

“Right. You expect me to just let him get up there and ruin my show without knowing what he can do?” the man was apparently still blinded by rage, but when he looked up and saw the two men he was talking to, he seemed to change his mind. It didn’t take much more of an argument.

“It’s your choice. You seem like you’re in a tight spot and I can guarantee your customers aren’t going to like that they’re being ripped off. But you know best, so let’s go, Peeta” Finnick was just turning away from the man when he heard the exasperated ‘wait’ and turned around.

“Okay, go backstage and find something to wear. And he better be good.”

“Don’t worry. Look at him” Finnick assured him, as though that was enough, and pulled Peeta to the room backstage.

They had been so close. So damn close. The door to leave was in sight and they were almost there, but of course Finnick got distracted by a group of guys arguing. “Finnick-” Peeta started to call out, but it was no use. The man was full on eavesdropping. Apparently there was some sort of argument about pay and not showing up and before Peeta even had time to think, Finnick was offering their help. Actually, not their help- his help.  

"He can go on."

Peeta’s eyes went wide as he turned around, looking for the person Finnick was talking about. Because there was no way in hell that he was volunteering Peeta. In less time than he had to fully comprehend what was going on he was being dragged backstage by Finnick. 

"Wait a minute! Hey, stop!" Peeta grabbed the man’s hands to stop him from rifling through the pile of clothes. "You’re forgetting one little detail about this plan of yours!" When Finnick asked him what the detail was Peeta smiled thinly. "I’m not doing it!"

As Finnick continued to argue, his pleas fell on deaf ears. Peeta continued to shake his head, firm on his decision. There was no way in hell this was happening. “No! The only person I take my clothes off for is Katniss. Period.” Well, technically Portia could be added to the list, but that was only because she was his stylist. But he never took of his clothes sexually for anyone but Katniss, and that wasn’t going to change. Intimacy was something Peeta saw as a thing to cherished, and it was a gift to give yourself to someone that way. “If Katniss found out that I did something like this, she’d hurt me. And I’d deserve it! Finnick, this is wrong. I’m a married man with a child and I don’t care what you say, I’m not doing it.” There were few things Peeta refused to try. He was rather flexible when it came to activities, and he enjoyed trying new things if for nothing but the experience alone. But he would not under any circumstances be stripping unless the entire club emptied and only Katniss remained in the audience. 

“Wait a minute! Hey, stop!”

Finnick didn’t stop until Peeta had a hold of his hands so he could no longer dig through the raunchy outfits in the pile the man had said to choose from. Some of the options were kind of hilarious and he had a few in mind for his friend, but the other man was adamant. Now that Peeta had a hold of him, he was more or less forced to listen, so he fixed him with an at least mildly interested expression and waited for him to continue.

“You’re forgetting one little detail about this plan of yours!”

Finnick refrained from rolling his eyes and instead played along. “And what’s that?” he asked, although he didn’t like the smile on Peeta’s face.

“I’m not doing it!”

He knew he hadn’t like the smile. He also knew that was coming. Finnick heard him out as he ranted on about how he wasn’t stripping, how wrong it was, how the only person he was intimate with was Katniss. Honestly, it went in one ear and out the other.

“I’m not telling you to be intimate with them. You’re not sleeping with them, Peeta, you’re putting on a show. That’s all it is” he explained with a teasing smirk, pulling his hands back and resuming digging through the pile of clothes. “So put this on and show me what you can do” he said, handing him one of the outfits from the pile. “There’s enough layers there that you don’t need to get through all of them. Shirt first, and if you’re dancing is impressive enough, that’s all you’ll need for now. And shows like this, keep the underwear on” he said, not letting Peeta get a word in edgewise.

“Hurry up and change, we still have enough time to work a bit on your moves. Or do you want to go out there completely unprepared?” Finnick’s smirk was a little wider now, waiting to see whether or not Peeta would go along with this. Surely Katniss wouldn’t be angry if Peeta didn’t really strip. All he had to do was dance, and the only requirement would be to take his shirt off during. Or maybe he had just grown detached enough that he didn’t think something like this was so bad. 

Would Annie be upset if he were to do what he was asking Peeta to do? Maybe, but probably not if he followed the instructions he had just given Peeta. Not if he was mostly clothed and only dancing. Not if he wasn’t like the others, pulling girls onto the stage, giving them exactly what they wanted. He realized maybe this was why he wasn’t the one going on, although he’d volunteered Peeta as a joke. Still, it was a little late now, and the fact remained that it was a joke and not something to be taken seriously. 

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Finnick Odair: Magic Peeta

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Finnick was with Peeta, ready to take him out for a night on the town. Not anywhere in District Twelve, of course. There wasn’t a whole lot to do as far as night life went in Twelve, so the two were on the train heading toward bigger and better places, meeting up with other friends once they arrived. They were going to a new club that had just opened where a live band was supposedly playing later on in the night.

He was excited to be going out, even if he felt a little bad leaving Annie home. She hadn’t really minded. He was just going out for a drink or two and some socializing and, obviously, she couldn’t come, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think he should still go. So he’d made plans for Peeta to join him and the others, even if he had to do a little persuading. Finally, the train stopped and the two exited, making their way down what was now a brightly lit up street. 

It was almost like the Capitol, all the lights on various shops and clubs, restaurants and performers on the street. It was a festival week, so there was even more than usual going on here. Finnick lead the way to the building they were heading to and when they got inside, they ordered a drink and sat at a table. 

It wasn’t until the lights dimmed and the first man walked onto the stage that they realized this was most definitely the wrong club. This wasn’t going to be a live band. 

When Finnick Odair had invited him out for ‘a night on the town’ Peeta had been extremely skeptical at first. Even though he knew Finnick much better than he used to, and he knew the man wasn’t a playboy like he’d been forced to appear as for so long, he was still much crazier than Peeta was. Finnick was like Johanna, not afraid to be loud and wild and crazy, while Peeta was much quieter and reserved like Annie and Katniss. So he had been a bit apprehensive to accept the invitation, especially since he liked spending his nights at home with Katniss and Lily. But his wife had been firm that he go and have a good time, promising that she and the baby would be there when he got home. So Peeta had agreed, albeit somewhat hesitantly, and now here he was on a train headed who-knows-where with Finnick. “I’m really not so sure about this.” He confessed as the train came to a stop and Finnick lead him down the street. Peeta wasn’t into clubs very much, he didn’t drink a lot, and he couldn’t dance very well. And if we was forced to dance he wanted it to be with Katniss. As great as Finnick was, Peeta didn’t really want to spin him around the dance floor. They sat down once inside the club and Peeta ordered a beer from the bar just for something to do and glanced around. There seemed to be a lot of women in the building tonight, which was a little weird, but Peeta assumed there must have been some sort of special going on. Maybe women got half off their drinks on this day of the week or something as a promotion. But then the lights dimmed and music started to play, spotlights hitting the stage where men began to file out and then proceeded to strip. Finnick had brought him to a strip club. And not just any strip club, a women’s strip club. Peeta’s head whipped over to look at Finnick. “I don’t know what your idea of a good time is, but this is not mine!” he said, having to shout to be heard over the loud music and screaming women. “Got any other ideas?!”

This wasn’t the plan, and Peeta wasn’t going to stick around for the mishap. That much was obvious, and Finnick couldn’t blame him. He’d much rather be at the club he’d intended on going to, clearly not this one. The men on the stage weren’t wasting any time in getting rid of their clothes; they started with their shirts, ripping them off as they danced, occasionally taking the hand of a woman in the crowd and pulling her onto the stage.

“I don’t know what your idea of a good time is, but this is not mine!” 

“What, you don’t like this place?” Finnick asked innocently, raising an unbelieving eyebrow. He knew what was going to come out of Peeta’s mouth before he even opened it. It had just taken a couple seconds longer than he thought.

“Got any other ideas?!”

“We could go to the right club. Sound any better to you?” Finnick suggested, a smirk starting at the edge of his mouth as he watched his friends obvious discomfort. He pulled back the rest of his drink, deciding not to waste his money- drinks were expensive- and then started heading toward the exit with Peeta at his heals. He imagined the man practically bouncing in his eagerness to reach the door. They were close to the exit, just passing the main booth where you pay to get in, but a door to a hall that lead to backstage was open and two men were arguing.

“What do you mean you can’t go on? How the fuck do you suggest we replace you with barely 20 minutes to spare?!”

The man seemed stressed to say the least, but the one he was talking to was so obviously drunk that the smell reached Finnick’s nose from where he was standing.

“Not my pro-“ the man was starting to answer him, but instead he turned and hurled, just missing a garbage can. Beautiful.

“Fantastic. You know what? Don’t come back. You’re done. Find me a damn replacement and maybe I’ll give you your week’s pay, jackass.” the man was raving, and Finnick couldn’t help what went through his mind or the evil way he glanced at Peeta. He took his friend’s arm and walked toward the man.

“He can go on” he said, fixing the man with a much more than simply over-confident gaze.

“Right. You expect me to just let him get up there and ruin my show without knowing what he can do?” the man was apparently still blinded by rage, but when he looked up and saw the two men he was talking to, he seemed to change his mind. It didn’t take much more of an argument.

“It’s your choice. You seem like you’re in a tight spot and I can guarantee your customers aren’t going to like that they’re being ripped off. But you know best, so let’s go, Peeta” Finnick was just turning away from the man when he heard the exasperated ‘wait’ and turned around.

“Okay, go backstage and find something to wear. And he better be good.”

“Don’t worry. Look at him” Finnick assured him, as though that was enough, and pulled Peeta to the room backstage.

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Magic Peeta

Finnick was with Peeta, ready to take him out for a night on the town. Not anywhere in District Twelve, of course. There wasn’t a whole lot to do as far as night life went in Twelve, so the two were on the train heading toward bigger and better places, meeting up with other friends once they arrived. They were going to a new club that had just opened where a live band was supposedly playing later on in the night.

He was excited to be going out, even if he felt a little bad leaving Annie home. She hadn’t really minded. He was just going out for a drink or two and some socializing and, obviously, she couldn’t come, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think he should still go. So he’d made plans for Peeta to join him and the others, even if he had to do a little persuading. Finally, the train stopped and the two exited, making their way down what was now a brightly lit up street. 

It was almost like the Capitol, all the lights on various shops and clubs, restaurants and performers on the street. It was a festival week, so there was even more than usual going on here. Finnick lead the way to the building they were heading to and when they got inside, they ordered a drink and sat at a table. 

It wasn’t until the lights dimmed and the first man walked onto the stage that they realized this was most definitely the wrong club. This wasn’t going to be a live band. 

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thomd12:

oh hey

Hey Thom, how’s it going? 

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I don’t know why we didn’t just get a cat

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