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Jordan was screaming.
Screaming like a teenage girl who just had her plans cancelled after hours of getting ready. Screamed as Quinn's laughter echoed through the room alongside it.
"You're driving me fucking crazy!"
For what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Quinn threw another glass against the wall, the shattering sounding like music to his ears.
"Would you stop?"
"Just give me a drink! That's all I want, just a goddamn drink, Jordan."
"No."
"No?" He echoed in a yell, throwing another glass from a cabinet. "Are you kidding me? I'm an adult, you're not my mother so give me a goddamn drink!"
"Would you hush? You're acting like a child." Jordan scolded as she slid her heels on, a light green dress hugging her body.
Quinn scoffed, pulling his maroon sweater sleeves past his finger tips, as he pulled up his baggy joggers.
"We're leaving."
Jordan didn't wait for a reply as she hurried out of the door, a bottle of wine in hand.
Quinten slowly followed her into the elevator, rubbing at his eyes as his head continued to pound.
"You're late." Was the greeting Finnick settled on when the elevator doors slid open. The sandy haired boy could see the distress lurking behind Jordan's eyes. "Go ahead."
Jordan gave a thankful nod to Finnick, masking her sadness as she wandered off to find Haymitch.
Quinn hummed lowly, tears of exhaustion brimming his eyes. Finnick frowned at the sight, softly taking Quinn's hands in his own as he pulled the boy closer.
"I'm so tired," he whispered to Finnick. He nodded in understanding, resting his hand on the side of Quinn's face.
The Killian tightened his hands in Finnick's nearly pressed shirt, wrinkling the fabric as he pushed their lips together.
Finnick couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he felt Quinn relax, the tension fading from his ridged posture as he reveled in the Odair.
Quinn soon found himself wrapping a leg around Finnick's waist, the older man quietly moving them to the back wall.
It was times like these when Quinten realized how much taller Finnick was, looking up with at him with a smile.
"I adore you." Quinn whispered against his jawline, pressing a soft kiss there as well.
"They're waiting on us." Finnick held his hand out to Quinn, recognizing the nervousness in his eyes.
He swallowed harshly, staring into Finnick's eyes for any reassurance. Quinn, in the years he had known Finnick, found himself always looking for reassurance. He would trust the victor with his life.
