brooklyn westbay from district six was fourteen years old during the 65th annual hunger games. luckily, she wasn't picked. however, a certain young lad caught her eye on the screen from the reaping. finnick odair. she became more and more mesmerized...
i walked down the stairs, running into Ryder. "Ryder! you look sharp!" i said. "Not so bad yourself. where's Finnick?"
i started to laugh.
"what?"
"i'd be funny if when you asked where he was, we turned around and he was right there and i could say 'ODAIR he is!' get it? cause like his last name is Odair and instead it could be oh there he is and-. yeah."
Ryder shook his head, laughing. we walked to the bar.
"imma go play poker. wanna join?" Ryder asked.
i shook my head. "no thanks. i'm gonna wait on Finnick." i said, sitting at the bar.
Ryder shrugged and walked off.
i sat down at the bar and waited. a bartender walked over.
"may i get you something, Ms?" he didn't look at me.
"actually, i'm waiting on someone." i said.
He finally looked at me. his eyes widened. "boyfriend?" he asked. "you waiting on your boyfriend?"
"no. we're just friends. he's my mentor."
"oh! you're Brooklynn Westbay! i didn't recognize you."
"yeah. i don't usually dress up."
"well, i better get back to my shift. nice to meet you Ms. Westbay."
i nodded in return.
•Finnick's POV• "Finnick? Ryder and Brook are already at the bar. almost ready?" said Brook's stylist. i'm pretty sure her name is Alba.
"yes, i'm coming." i walked the door, my hair fixed, wearing a tuxedo.
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-at the bar- i walked through the doors. ignoring 2 of the girls staring at me. i was used to it. i know i'm hot...or charming. however you wanna put it.
i looked around for Brook but couldn't find her. i decided to look for Ryder and spotted him playing poker.
i walked up to him and he was already in a conversation.
"Ryder, who's that hottie at the bar you were talking to?" some dude asked.
"my friend." Ryder replied.
"you've already made new friends? who is that girl? she a tribute?" i asked.
"are you blind, Finnick?" Ryder laughed even though i didn't know what he was talking about.
"Finnick, look closer."
"Aw, shoot!" i face palmed. "that's Brook?!"
Ryder chuckled. "yeah."
"Crap!" that one dude said. "she's taken?"
i rolled my eyes. "no. just friends."
i could only see the back of her. i was scared i was gonna black out if i saw her face. with that dress and that hairdo? i knew her face had to be gorgeous. always has been.
i walked up and sat casually next to her acting like i didn't know her. i slightly covered my face.
the bartender walked over. "is this the man you were waiting for?" he asked.
"no." Brooklynn said.
"i don't believe we've met." i said in a terrible British accent.
"well, may i get you something sir?"
"i'd like the...Martini. make it two."
he nodded and came back a minute later handing me the drinks.
when he left, i slid one over to Brook.
"thanks, but i'm waiting-."
"it's kinda sad how you don't know you're best friend." i said in my 'accent', still covering my face.
"excuse me?" she asked.
i moved my hand away. she wasn't looking at me.
"even with the horrible accent, i'm still surprised you didn't realize it."
she turned to face me. "Finnick!"
i laughed. "well, ya gonna drink that?"
"you can stop with the accent."
i shrugged. "it's fun."
she shook her head.
she was gorgeous.
-half an hour later-
i had a couple of drinks but Brook.? man, she had about 10 times as more as i did.
and by that, in simpler terms, i mean she was drunk as hell.
"one more!" she called.
"no!" i shouted. i couldn't help but laugh. "you've had enough, brook."
"am i drunk?" she asked, placing her hand on my head, awkwardly.
"yes." i chuckled. "you're very drunk."
"shhh." she said, placing her finger to my lips. "don't tell Finnick."
i got a big laugh out of that one.
"ok, come on. i'm gonna go get Ryder. bartender!"
he walked over.
"she's really bad drunk." i whispered. "i'm gonna go get a friend. can you watch her til i get back?"
he nodded.
i walked over to Ryder. "hey, man. Brook his about to be out. she's drunk as hell. let's go."
he gathered his money, we helped Brook out and walked to our rooms.
"your room is right there." i told her, pointing.
she nodded. "good night, Finnick! wait...you are Finnick, right?"
i laughed. "yes."
after she successfully made it into her room, i walked to mine and into the restroom. i asked my face and brushed my teeth. when i came back, she was lying on my bed! i jumped, startled.
"Brook, what're you doing?" i asked.
"sleeping."
"Brook, this is my room."
she was half way asleep.
i took off my tux and put on a t-shirt.
i sighed. this is gonna be awkward.
i got in bed, as far away from Brook as possible. she scooted closer.
"Finstick?" she asked.
"um...it's Finnick." i laughed.
"sorry, i have a question."
"ok." i said. "and that is?"
"you know the Martini drinks i had?"
i chuckled, "yes."
"do you think i had too many?"
"just a little bit." i said sarcastically.
she scooted closer and laid her head on my chest.
"what're you doing?" i asked, calmly.
but it was too late... she was already sound asleep.
