{ψ} Finnick shrugged nonchalantly. “Couple of weeks, I think.” Sixteen days, eight hours, and twenty-six minutes. “I tend to lose track of time when I’m here.” He glanced over towards the bar, hearing Chaff’s booming laugh as the one-armed man clapped a drunk hand on Haymitch’s shoulder. “Did you enjoy your Tour?” Finnick knew this was their last stop, and then they’d be back to Twelve. He envied the young boy before him.
“Weeks?” Peeta frowned, “I hope you’re able to go home soon. I’d imagine you must get tired of all of these after a while.” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Blue eyes traveled over to his mentor who was no doubt enjoying the refreshments offered to him in abundance. As always he kept a watchful eye on Haymitch, even if the man was old enough to take care of himself. “I did.” He lied with a nod. He had seen famine and squalor, none of which he could fix. “I can’t wait to go back home and take a warm bath, and bake a few batches of cookies.” Peeta admitted as he picked up a flaky pastry, examining it thoroughly. “Can Victors visit each other?"
{ψ} “Excited to be back in the Capitol, Lover Boy?” Finnick grinned at the shorter, younger Victor, muscular arms crossed over his bare chest. Even at fine Capitol parties, Finnick was clothed as little as possible. Potential buyers needed to see the merchandise, after all.
Peeta tensed his jaw at the nickname. It brought forth unpleasant memories of the career pack. Quickly he switched out his scowl for a bright, warm smile. “Of course I am. Are you?” He asked, eyeing his sun kissed muscle. Unlike Finnick Peeta was dressed in a white suit with a soft pink dress shirt beneath it. Portia had decided to make him seem inviting by dressing him in colors associated with innocence. Though he didn’t quite understand why. “How long’ve you been here?”
They’re supposed to be for the horses, but who cares? They’ve got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I..well, if we see something sweet we better grab it quick.
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