𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙡, 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙊𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 38: 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

A/N: Just some cute filler stuff :) 

Both her tributes died in the bloodbath. Raven's tributes for the 69th Hunger Games were two stuck-up brats who didn't care about any of the advice she gave. 

          "I've got my bets on your boy this time around," Raven says. She takes a sip from her glass of water as she watches the game with all the other mentors. 

          "Lucky number 69, aye?" The female mentor from district 2 chuckles. Her cheeks are red from all the alcohol in her system. Her jokes are terrible and everyone uncomfortably listens. 

        Finnick and Raven glance at each other, holding in laughter. 

        "Texere from District 8's doing well," Finnick notes. 

         Raven glances around the room, her eyes landing on the table of refreshments. Standing behind the table are avoxes. Her hands begin clamming up, thinking of their cut toungues and the screams that are never heard from their souls. "I'm getting a drink," Raven informs. "You want anything?" 

        "No, thanks." 

        Raven moves to the refreshment table, eyeing the assortment of alcohols at one side of the table. Usually, that section is filled with mentors from underdog districts looking to numb their sorrows and trauma. Today, however, there is only one man. A tall, stocky one who you can tell is drunk. His fingers are fumbling just to pour whatever clear liquid it is that he's holding. She can't put her name on the man, but knows he won something important... Some unique game. 

        It suddenly comes to her. The Quarter Quell! The 50th Hunger Games, twice as many tributes. Raven has heard little about the District 12 male. All she knows is he is a drunk who brings failing tributes each year. Ever since his games, District 12 hasn't had a single victor. 

        "Hello," Raven finds the courage to greet him, having previously staying reserved from the other mentors. 

        His eyes lazily look up from his glass, slightly brightening when he sees the girl. "Oh." He brings one loose arm to his eyes, rubbing them aggressively. "It's you." 

        "Raven," she introduces herself. 

        "I know who you are," he drawls. His voice is aggressive yet not scary. Raven doesn't know what to make of him. "Haymitch," he greets. His free arm lazily goes around her the little girl's shoulder. 

        "I don't know much about the law, but I do know 15 year olds aren't meant to be drinking," his blue eyes pierce Raven's night eyes. 

        Raven gulps. "Well, there's always time for something new." She grabs a flute and picks out a bottle with a light pink drink inside. The label reads, Rosé.  She pours the pretty, bubbling liquid into the thin flute, only pouring about half way. "Nice meeting you, Haymitch." 

         Before she is next to Finnick, she downs the entire drink in one go. A citrusy taste explodes on her tastebuds. Notes of melon and flowers dancing on her tongue along with a slight burning sensation tingling the back of her throat. It was slightly sweet. She doesn't like the slight heaviness she feels after the quick drink, but acknowledges the explosion of taste she just experienced. 

        As a waiter walks by with a tray, she quickly places it on it and takes her rightful place next to Finnick. "Hello," she says, feeling slightly heavy. 

        "Hello," he says. "Where's your drink?" 

        "I didn't need one," Raven says, swallowing the spit that is lacing her games. 

        "You're red," he raises an eyebrow. Raven slowly turns her head away from the screen and to Finnick's questioning face. An innocent smile plays on her face. "Raven!" His voice scolding and shocked. "What did you drink?" 

        "It's called Rosé, I think? It was weird. It was kinda fruity? But also like, alcohol...y." 

         "I wonder why," Finnick sighs. "You're 15 and you're skinny. It doesn't take much to feel different because of that."  

        Suddenly, Raven leaves. Finnick stands there, confused. That is until she returns with two glasses of the same pink beverage. 

        "Do you want to have one with me?" Raven wiggles her eyebrows. 

         "I don't think that's-" He doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before Raven downs the other flute. Finnick sucks in air through his teeth, shaking his head. He plucks out the other glass from his hand, looking desperately around the room. 

        "Haymitch!" He calls out, waving him over. Haymitch stumbles over his feet. "Take this," Finnick says, forcing it in his grip. 

        "With pleasure." 

        Raven can feel herself falling down, except her legs are simply wobbling and she feels herself going dizzy. 

        "What am I going to do with you?" The intonation, tones, and expressions of his face all meddle and Raven isn't sure if he means to be endearing or sarcastic. Through her cloudy, giddy mind, she allows herself to think he may be smiling at her. 

        "I don't wanna be here," Raven says, feeling the effort it takes to form the words in her mouth. 

        Finnick looks around, starting to notice the glances towards their direction. "Let's go," he says, pulling Raven by her arm, guiding her through the room. The walk from the viewing room to the elevator is rather fast. Raven feels her legs giving away, except this time they are more than just wobbly. 

        He has to hold her arms as Raven's legs struggle to keep up at a reasonable pace. Raven may not be drunk, but she is certainly not sober. "Thank you," Raven mutters as the elevator doors close. Without much thought, she leans her head on Finnick's shoulder, closing her eyes as the elevator zooms them up to the 6th floor. 

        Finnick is shocked, as most sorts of physical affection are usually awkward between them unless they both give a mutual "okay." He runs his fingers through her hair for the few seconds it takes to reach the 6th floor. 

        "Let's go," Finnick gently shakes Raven off his shoulder. She grabs onto his arm, letting him walk her to her quarters. 

        "Thank you," Raven mutters. Her voice laced with appreciation as she plops onto her bed. She reaches for the water on her nightstand, taking small sips to rid any lingering tingles in her throat. "Lay down," Raven pats the space next to her, continuing to sip water with her eyes mostly closed. 

        "Alright, but I have to go soon," Finnick says, taking his place next to Raven. "Why'd you even drink that? I can't handle the burn in the back of my throat after." 

        Raven shrugs. "Neither can I. Never again," she laughs. 

        "You need to stop doing that," he looks into Raven's eyes that finally open. "Doing stupid things. Please," he almost pleads at the end. 

        Raven sighs, resting her head on his outstretched arm. "Alright," she breathily says.  Her eyes flutter shut. "Love you," her mouth whispers. Her muscles relax, the tension in her shoulders releasing.

        "Love you too," he whispers back. After a few minutes, when she's fully asleep, he slowly pulls his arm away from under her head. He glances at the clock on her nightstand, sighing when he realizes the time.

        "I really do love you, Raven." He kneels next to her, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "More than you'll ever know." 

A/N:

Not used to writing wholesome stuff but i tried <3 

wut do u think?