Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my name isn't Suzanne Collins and I do not own anything.

As we made our way down the sidewalk, being loud and rowdy, we received many stares. I liked to hope it was just because we were obnoxiously drunk but I knew that being drunk was only half the reason. The real reason was that here was a group of Capitol whores all hanging out together, acting friendly. Some people were climaxing just looking at the lot of us together. I had to admit, we all looked insanely captivating.

"It's cold," complained Cashmere, her arm draped over her brother's shoulder to keep her balance.

"You're the one that wanted to go," said Lethe, nestling deeper into the arm I had slung around her.

"Actually, that was Johanna," said Gloss, gesturing with his chin to Johanna who was draped in his arms against the cold.

"I changed my mind," said Johanna. "Let's just go back to Pura."

"Really? huffed Lethe. "After coming all this way already?"

"And having everyone staring at us," I pointed out.

"Pura! Pura! Pura!" chanted Johanna and Cashmere together.

"Let's just go back to Pura," I said, brushing my lips against Lethe's hair. "Or they'll be terrors for the rest of the night."

Lethe smiled up at me. "Fine, let's go."

I ignored the constant stares of passerby's as we turned around and made our way back to the club we had just left. Johanna and Cashmere were thoroughly drunk and Gloss and I were right on the pinnacle. Lethe seemed to be the one with the most wits about them as we reached the entrance to Pura and the bouncer wouldn't let us in.

"What do you mean we can't go in? We were just in there," argued Lethe. I hung back, my arms wrapped around her waist, while the others attention couldn't be kept by the bouncer so they started loudly talking about how drunk they were.

"You'll have to wait in line like everyone else," said the bouncer, gesturing to the long lineup.

Lethe stood ramrod straight and lifted her chin. "Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am with?"

The bouncer's eyes glinted. "I know who you are. President Snow speaks highly of your….abilities."

"Then you'll have no problem letting us back in."

"Oh, I'll have no problem at all as long as you cooperate."

Even in my drunken state, I understood what the bouncer meant only a spilt second after Lethe did.

"Lethe….," I started. I tried to pull her away from the bouncer but Lethe extricated herself from my arms.

"Take the others and go inside," said Lethe. She refused to look at me. "Please Finnick. I have….business to attend to."

"We can just leave Lethe. We don't have to get back inside the club," I protested.

"I promised you a club date and damnit, I'll keep that promise."

"It's just a club. You don't have to do anything to get us inside tonight. We can just come back another time."

"Take Cashmere, Gloss and Johanna inside please. I'll be with you in a little bit," said Lethe, finally glancing at me. All I could see in her bottomless eyes was steely resolve.

I probably could have lifted her over my shoulder and carried her away despite her protests but instead, I gathered the others who hadn't paid any attention to the conversation and ushered them through the velvet rope the bouncer held open for us.

I immediately led them to a back couch that was shrouded in curtains and settled them down. I felt like I was their parent even though I was drunk too.

"Stay here and I'll go get you guys drinks," I said, making sure they wouldn't scatter over the club.

"You sit Finnick," said Gloss, stumbling over the flat floor as he stood up and having to catch himself on the back of the couch. "You aren't nearly as drunk as you need to be so I'll go get the drinks."

Before I could argue, Gloss was lost in the crowd. I sunk down on the couch and Johanna immediately moved from where she was sitting so I was sitting between her and Cashmere.

"So," started Cashmere, leaning her head against my shoulders. "Where's that Lethe chick?"

"She had some business to take care of," I said.

"We all know what kind of business she's doing," taunted Johanna, waggling her eyebrows.

"Shut up Jo."

"Is Finnick jealous of this random guy Lethe is doing right now!?" asked Johanna, incredulously. She poked my cheek with her index finger. "Your cheeks are flushed."

"How can you tell?" asked Cashmere. "It's dark in here."

"I'm psychotic," said Johanna, tapping her forehead between her eyes. "I know the future."

Cashmere pouted. "I want to be psychotic too!"

I snorted. "I think you both mean psychic."

"What are you guys talking about?" asked Gloss, dropping a tray full of beers onto our table. Everyone grabbed one and took a sip.

"Jo and Cash want to be psychotic," I said

"Psychic?" asked Gloss, sitting down and settling an arm over Johanna's shoulder.

I shook my head. "Nope. They both want to be psychotic."

"How many beers were here?" asked Cashmere suddenly.

Gloss furrowed his brow and thought for a moment. "Eleven I think, why?"

Johanna clapped her hands excitedly. "We each get two!"

I chugged the rest of my beer and slammed the empty bottle on the table. I took another one despite the dirty look Johanna threw me. "You need to work on math Johanna."

"You're going to mess up the numbers if you keep drinking like that!" complained Cashmere.

"Then we'll just order more," I said.

Cashmere ignored me and turned to her brother. "Is Finnick flushed?"

I quirked an eyebrow as Gloss studied my face. Finally, Gloss just shrugged. "How am I supposed to know, it's dark in here."

"That's what I said!" said Johanna, rolling her eyes.

"No you didn't," argued Cashmere. "I said that."

I let Cashmere and Johanna argue over who had said what while Gloss tried to referee as I kept drinking the beers. Cashmere and Johanna had finally settled down and were talking about the different clients they had slept with by the time I had finished my fourth beer. Gloss and I talked about last year's Hunger Games while he and I drank the majority of the beers.

"Snow was not happy about that stunt that Katniss Everdeen pulled," said Gloss. "Who would have thought that a handful of berried would mean that two people could win?"

"Do you think Katniss and that Peeta Mellark are really in love?" I asked. "Because to me, it seemed really forced on her part."

Gloss nodded vigorously. "I know what you mean. Cashmere and I had said the same thing but everyone here in the Capitol believes it."

A laugh bubbled up on my lips. "Snow wants to throw them their wedding here in the Capitol."

Gloss guffawed. "I'm sure Katniss and Peeta will love that. Did you see her face before she could hide her reaction when Flickerman first suggested it?"

Gloss and I roared with laughter at the thought of little Katniss Everdeen of District 12 decked out in Capitol finery. Even though I had only ever seen Katniss through a TV monitor, I could see the fire of fight burning in her eyes.

There were only three beers left when Lethe finally joined us. She slid in beside Cashmere, took one of the beers and chugged it without a word. I could see that the others were a little taken aback by her dishevelled appearance but they didn't question why she had had sex with a random stranger.

Her hair, which had waved perfectly around her, was dishevelled, her eye makeup was smudged slightly and her corset top was laced loosely on her. Other than her physical appearance, Lethe looked unchanged.

"Do you want me to fix your top?" I asked, accidently knocking down an empty beer bottle when I tried to gesture to her top.

"Please," said Lethe, putting her empty bottle on the table.

Cashmere crawled over my lap and I scooted over so Cashmere could take my spot beside Johanna. Lethe turned her back to me, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

"Tell me when," I said, undoing the sloppy little bow that the bouncer had no doubt tied. I tugged on the little laces as hard as I could until Lethe gave a little squeak. I tied the ends in a bow almost as sloppy as the bouncers and gathered Lethe's hair in my hands to bring back over her shoulder.

I let my fingers part her silken strands, as golden as sunrise. I felt the strands run through my fingers and settle over her creamy shoulders. I ran my fingers down her neck and skimmed over her shoulders.

"Finnick—," she started, turning her body to see what I was doing. I caught her face in my hands and she turned her whole body to face me. Even in the dark I could see the glittering of her cobalt coloured eyes with her lips slightly parted, her breaths hitching as I slowly brought my lips closer.

She closed the distance between our lips with a little gasp. I immediately snaked my arms around her waist and pulled her as close as possible. One hand settled on her hip while the other entangled itself in her hair to deepen the kiss. Both of Lethe's hands knotted themselves in my hair; it seemed to be her favorite place to let her hands wander whenever we kissed.

My favorite place to explore was her mouth.

"Cut it out you two," said Cashmere, swatting me across the back just as Lethe had opened her lips to let me explore her mouth. I would have ignored Cashmere and kept kissing Lethe but Lethe pulled back with a sheepish grin.

"Just ignore them," I whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Lethe brought her lips to my ear and her breath tickled. "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah," I breathed against her skin. "Are you?"

I felt her nod. "Yeah," she murmured against my ear.

I pulled back and kissed Lethe quickly on the lips. Ignoring the others, I grabbed Lethe's hand and pulled her off the couch with me. "Let's go dance."

It was past four in the morning when Lethe and I finally reached her apartment. We had danced until our feet hurt and until we had reached our limit of alcohol. After getting Gloss's, Cashmere's and Johanna's phone numbers, Lethe and I hailed a taxi in the now almost deserted city.

"You can go in," I said to Lethe while I dug in my pocket for my money. "The taxi will just take me home."

"Finnick, it's almost five in the morning. Don't waste your money, I'll bring you home tomorrow," said Lethe, staggering out of the taxi.

I threw some bills over the seat to the driver and lurched onto the pavement. Lethe balanced herself on my arm as we climbed the stairs of her building. She unlocked her door and flicked on the lights as she stood back to let me in. I kicked off my shoes as Lethe locked the door and shed her silver heels.

"Want some water or juice?" asked Lethe.

"Some water would probably be best," I said.

Lethe had to run her hands along the walls to keep her balance as she led me to the kitchen and took two glasses down from the cupboard without turning on the light.

"I'll pour them," I said. I grabbed the glasses and filled them with water from the pitcher in the fridge while Lethe leaned on the island.

We both chugged the water and had to refill our glasses two more times. When we were done, I dropped the glasses in the sink.

"Bed?" offered Lethe, quirking her brow.

I nodded gratefully. Since I had already been in Lethe's house, I made my way to her spare bedroom while she turned out all the lights. On her way to her room, she spotted me sitting on the end of her guest bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to go to bed soon."

"In here?"

I was confused. "Where else?"

Maybe it was the alcohol but Lethe looked like she suddenly flushed. "You don't have to but I was thinking my room."

I stood up and encircled Lethe in my arms with a crooked smile. "Naughty girl."

Lethe shook her head and leaned against my chest. "I know that early tonight you were thinking about us having sex and I had basically promised you I would…."

"Now you don't want to?" I asked, almost a little hurt that she didn't want me that way.

"No, I do," protested Lethe gently. "But we're both drunk and I had to have sex with that gross bouncer and if we do have sex, I don't want it to be like this."

I hugged Lethe tight against me. "I completely understand. I'm sorry you had to do that."

Lethe sighed. "Let's just go to bed."

Lethe led me to her bedroom and it looked just like it had when I had first woken up here. She let go of my hand and walked to her dresser, pulling out a bundle of clothes. "I'm going to go change and wash up. I think I should have some clothes for you to change into in the bottom drawer."

While Lethe was washing up, I dug in the drawer she had pointed out. Inside was a small collection of t-shirts and jeans and at the very bottom I found a pair of black lounger pants. I felt awkward sleeping in the same bed as Lethe shirtless but that was how I always slept so I stripped off my clothes and slipped on the lounger pants.

I was just settling in bed when Lethe came back dressed in black sleep shorts and dark blue tank top. Her hair was in loose waves down her back and her face was scrubbed of her makeup. She flicked off the lights as she closed her bedroom door.

I opened my arms with a grin and she crawled into bed and settled in my arms. I covered us both with blankets and we squirmed around, making ourselves comfortable. Eventually we settled down with my arms wrapped tightly around Lethe while she rested her head on my chest, one of her hands splayed over my heart.

"I won't pull anything," I promised. "I'll just hold you."

I felt Lethe kiss my chest. "Goodnight Finnick."

I bent down and pressed a kiss to her hair. "Goodnight Lethe."

So I need help! I have two ways I want to end this story but one way is way longer. So my question is, do you want to read more about Finnick and Lethe or are you losing interest and want the story to be almost finished? Your opinions count! Review!