Hi again my amazing peeps! Thanks for sticking this out with me, I feel so bad for you guys having to wait for so long! I really am sorry. But I hope that this chapter makes up for it!
Enjoy, and...you know...
May the odds be ever in your favor!
P.S. The songs played are Stayin' Alive by The Bee Gees, Dim All the Lights by Donna Summer, Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede, and Maybe I'm Amazed by Paul McCartney. 70s jams, man.
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"Look at them..." I shake my head and mutter to her as we peep through the window towards theirs.
"I think they're adorable!" Effie defends. I roll my eyes and smirk.
Peeta and Katniss went from smiling, to laughing, to kissing. I stick my finger in my mouth to show just how disgusted I am, but it does nothing to rid the weird warmth and large smile that have spread through me. They've been like this for two months now, all doughy eyes, giggling, and making out. Honestly, I'm surprised Sweetheart or Golden Boy haven't gotten down on one knee and shoved toast in either of their faces yet.
Their kissing gets more intense and Effie and I look away.
She smiles at me. "What should we do today?"
Oh, and ever since she told me about that son of a bitch who tortured her in the Capitol(who she later told me was actually that asshole Romulus Thread). What I would do if I ever got my hands on that little-
I'm ranting again, aren't I? Damn it, for some reason I've been doing that a lot recently, and always when I start talking about it. Anyway, ever since she told me about what happened we've been almost inseparable, spending every day at one or the other's house. We'll do anything and everything together. I say she's love-bombing me, she says I'm clingy.
Over the months I've been spending with her, I realized that I've begun to go soft, and she's begun to go hard. We've come to this point where both of our soft and hard levels have reached the same. We'll talk about how cold the world can be, how sweet the kids are, etc.
She's finally started to get paid for her clothes from District 1, 3, 4, 5, and 6. All the others are still too damaged to pay for clothes right now, but now she's making enough money to actually make the clothes as well. I've started planning out my bartending career. It can't just be a bar, because then less people will come. So to make my job have a little more it can be a bar and grill, that way people can come for the food and pay for a few drinks on the side, or the other way around. All in all it would bring in more people with the added addition of food.
"I was thinking about working on the menu maybe," I say, making my way into the kitchen. "Make some drinks, plan out some foods."
Effie smiles, "Nice. I'll help."
Opening the cabinets in the kitchen reminds me of how much I've changed. There are no longer unorganized, messily placed, random bottles of liquor. There is no longer a 95% alcohol 5% food ratio. There are organized bottles, separated by brand and type. I have an entire pantry, fridge, and freezer full of food that I make sure to eat. The dishes, tools, pots, and pans in the cupboards and kitchen queen are clean and used daily.
I like feeling clean. I like feeling... human again.
Gingerly, I set all my ingredients out. Last night the recipe for this drink had popped up, the more I pondered on it, the better it got.
I mumble under my breath each thing I need. "Irish whiskey...soda...grenadine...and one....lemon!" Feeling a pep in my step like I always get while I'm assorting the liquids, I send the lemon into the air and catch it. Something, however, is missing. What do I need? "Effie!" I exclaim, thinking of what I need, and accidentally scaring her.
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