The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

The Adventures of the Ivy Trio

Ariadne pushed her way through the sea of rowdy teenagers, going in the opposite direction to where Irene had stalked off to. She must have unintentionally gone full circle because the tall blond boy she bumped into turned out to be Newt. Her anger bubbled over until she started yelling.

"How dare she imply that our lives aren't worth anything? I'm the one who created the freaking cure, so she can go shove that up her ass!" Ariadne yelled over the blaring music.

Newt leaned down and enveloped her in a tight hug.

"I think you need that. Take a deep breath and calm down." Newt whispered into her ear.

"I liked her better when she was stuck in the maze." Ariadne let out a frustrated sigh.

Minho lumbered past them and Thomas was running breathlessly after him. People had started following them around taking videos with cameras and phones that everyone had been given. Minho doubled back, brushed past Thomas and had apparently stolen a microphone. Thomas chased him as Minho turned back in the direction Thomas had just come from. Her brother groaned and continued running.

"Ole! Ole, ole ole! Hakuna matata! It's a wonderful phrase! It's our problem fee! I have no philosophies! The moon is a potato!" Minho sang happily into the microphone and hopped around on one leg. Thomas struggled to get the microphone but failed. "Galileo! Galileo figaro! Figaro! Figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro!"

Then their Korean friend started reciting Shakespeare.

"To bate fish withal; if it will feed nothing else. It shall feed my revenge. He disgraced me and hindered me half a million. Laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, thwarted my bargains, scorned my nation, cooled my friends and heated mine enemies. And what's his reason! I am a jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, passions? Fed with the same food. Hurt with the same weapons. Subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means and warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter a Christian is?" Minho yelled passionately and took a pair of glasses off of a boys head and put them on himself. "If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you poison us, do we not die and if you vomit on us, shall we not vomit back!?" Minho screamed before his dinner reappeared on Thomas's shoes.

His paparazzi cheered whilst Thomas cursed and shook the spew from his legs, snatching the microphone from Minho.

"Okay, nothing to see here. Sorry about that everyone."  He shoved the microphone into the hands of one of the girls standing near them. Minho promptly took the microphone back and started crying into it.

"I'm so sorry! Is it too late now to say sorry! Cause I'm missing more than just your body. And I know, I know that I let you down, but is it too late to say I'm sorry now!" Minho's voice jumped from low to high and his movements
switched to dramatic interpretive dance. "I...wanna swing from the chandelier! From the chandelier! I came in like a wrecking ball!"

He sang in a whiny voice and then fell off the rock, face planting into the crowd. The people in front of him parted and took three steps back instead of the usual stage-dive protocol.

"I am so sorry for my shuck-face friend. You should check if they have an extra pair in the medical centre."  Thomas took the broken glasses from the ground and gave them back to the guy who had owned them.

"It's definitely a night to remember." Ariadne raised her eyebrows at the ordeal and let out a laugh that turned into a yawn halfway. "I think I'm gonna head off to bed. I'm so tired. I haven't slept properly in a while and it's finally caught up to me. Goodnight, Newt."

"Goodnight, Ari. I'd offer to walk you to the cabin but if I don't help Thomas with Minho I'm afraid he might hurt himself." Newt grinned.

"Which one of them?" Ariadne asked sleepily.

"Both of them." Newt said and they both laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you." Ariadne waved lazily and made her way to the cabin.

Newt took a deep breath as he pushed his way over to help Thomas with Minho, who was dancing on the drinks table and screaming out the song 'we are the champions' whilst kicking cups and drinks onto the people in the crowd.

"Oi Gally! I challenge you to a dance battle!!!" he suddenly cried out to the boy with the strange eyebrows who was chugging an enormous mug of golden liquid. Judging by his wonky walk as he approached Minho, it wasn't his first drink either.

"You're on, Minho!" Gally smashed his glass against a log and began pushing people out of the way to clear a dance circle. "Choose your weapon!"

"Be careful of the glass!" Newt called out to everyone, stressing over all the possible injuries.

"Alexa! Play Just Dance by Lady Gaga!" Minho jumped off the table and landed in front of Gally. Newt held in a snort at this song choice.

"Not exactly the 'weapon' I would have thought he'd choose...but okay." Thomas frowned.

Minho jumped into action first, straightening his back and bending over slightly to shake his hips. "I'm t-working it!" he laughed at his own pun before moving into headbanging and an aggressive air-guitar solo that did not fit the song at all. Gally stood back, shaking his head at the display.

"No? You don't like that. Alright then, I'm gonna bring out the big guns and drop it like it's hot!" Minho wasn't fazed, and instead transitioned into a slut-drop, dragging his hand seductively up his leg when he got up. He then began strutting around in a strangely familiar fashion.

"Is that...the 'single ladies' choreography?" Newt burst out into laughter.

"Why does he have that memorised?" Thomas clutched his stomach, in stitches.

"Okay, clear the floor, Beyonce." Gally shooed Minho away and began to breakdance, dropping to the floor in a series of complicated spins and flips that had the gathered teens cheering.

"I think it's safe to say who won, eh Tommy?" The blond boy grinned, thankful for his friends.