We spent the rest of the day, painting faces and watching the joys of people running around, playing games and having fun. I tried my best to stop doing whatever Annie was seeing I was doing with other girls and Annie seemed a lot happier. Then when the costumers stopped coming Annie and I had a little fun of our own.
"Finnick?" I hear Annie ask, and I turn my head around earning me a nice streak of paint across my face. I widen my eyes in mock-anger and scrunch my face up in a mad expression.
"Oh, you're gonna get it." I taunt her and pick up a paint brush.
"No!" she shrieks and giggles as she tries to run away but I catch her arm and write 'I 3 Finnick Odair' On her arm and then making a face of adoration when I pretend to see it for the first time.
"oh Annie, you shouldn't have!" I say delightedly.
"Well that's nothing, you wrote a fact on my arm." She smiles then attacks me with the paint brushes all over my face. I let her paint to her free will on my face. I closed my eyes and sat like a 'good boy' nice and still on the bench with her standing in front of me, but half way through, I got way too tempted. I reached out and tickled her stomach. She flinched back and giggled.
"Finnick stop!" She laughed and continued to paint my face, but I did it again. "Ahh! Finnick stop!" She cackled against the fits of laughter. "You're making me mess up my master piece!" she complained. I moved to her sides, tickling her there and she dropped to the floor, laughing. "Finnick!" she screams in laughter then I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"Oh my goldfish!" I say, throwing my hands up to my face. "What have you done to my face! My beautiful, glorious face!" She laughs even harder then I continue complaining. "Yeah? Well there goes your income. This is what makes all the money, baby." I motion to my face and wink.
"Not anymore, it doesn't." She giggled sarcastically. Then suddenly an idea presents itself in my head.
"Kiss me" I ask her in my famous seductive purr but she shakes her head no violently. "Oh come on, gimme a kiss." I make a kissy face and move towards her.
"Oh NO! NO GET AWAY!" she says, backing up to the edge of the station. But of course, she failed and got a face full of smeared paint.
We played like that for what seemed like hours. Then after when the security told us we had to clean up our station, he almost cracked a smile when he saw our faces. Annie and I both were now colourful blobs of paint. We packed up and headed off, not bothering to wash off our face-paint because we were so beautiful that we had to show off. We walked around all night, hand in hand, forgetting about the terrors and concentrating on the good times. The wind blew through our hair and the sand squished between our toes as we both agreed this would be a festival that we'd never forget.