We slip through the Capitol undetected, our pace slowing more as we enjoy being together. We don't say anything, the joined hands are enough, and by the time we reach the bar we know we're late, but I can't find it in myself to care.
We stop at the bar to get our usual drinks then slink down behind the bookcase. They've already started by the sounds of things, and when we enter the room, Johanna rounds on us straight away.

"Where have you been?" She screeches at us, not giving us time to answer before she carries on her tirade. It becomes apparent very quickly that no one else is going to get the chance to speak tonight.
It's hard to catch up to what she's talking about, but Katniss is mentioned numerous times, and I realise that she's jealous.
I bark out a laugh and she's practically on top of me straight away, demanding and accusing.
"You're jealous" I chuckle, not bothering to contain my amusement. "You thought that you were going to be the poster child for this entire cause, and now someone's turned up who has the spark to drive the entire thing, and you're acting like a baby, throwing your toys out of the pram."
I can see a few heads nod out of the corner of my eye, so I continue. "We need you Johanna, I won't deny that, you're a massive part of what we've achieved already, and you're gonna continue to be, but we need her as well. You can bitch and moan however much you want, but it's not gonna change. She's important. You're both important, but without her it's gonna be years before anything even happens."

She takes a deep breath, scowl settling in place and I know she wants to say something else, but before she can, Finnick jumps in. "Plutarch, you said you had more news about 13?"

"Ah, yes" He heaves himself up from the chair he's wedged into. I've never been able to understand the amount of people that can afford to carry extra weight in the Capitol. "After long, and extensive talks with the leaders of the district, they've pledged their support. Anything we need, besides the weapons that keep the Capitol at bay. They've been living underground for so long now that any chance they can get to get topside is a big leap."

He continues his speech on how much support we'll be getting, but I'm not listening, and I let my eyes wander round the room. Everyone is hanging on Plutarch's words, eager to get our plans into motion as soon as possible. I come to a stop on Quinn, watching the way she gently chews on her lip as she's paying attention, and the way her hazel eyes sparkle in the low lighting of the room. I don't know how long I stare but I don't realise when Plutarch has finished talking until she nudges me.

"Stop staring, it's creepy." She smiles, turning to face me.
"I.." I try and think of an excuse but I can't, my mouth opening and closing.
She laughs, standing and pulling me to my feet. "It's okay, I think it's flattering." She pauses for a second before she turns to face me. "I was proud of you, earlier" I'm about to interrupt to ask her what the hell she's talking about but she carries on "Two years ago, you would've cut Johanna down with vicious words and threatening, and it would've worked, because you're scary when you're mad, but you didn't, not today." She raises her hand to my face, using her fingertips to trace my cheekbone. "You handled the situation like an adult, and I am so proud of you." She pauses, fingers tracing my lips. "You're so beautiful" she murmurs before leaning forward and capturing my lips.

"Hey lesbos" A voice sounds behind Quinn, and I pull away and lean around her.
"What now Johanna?" I sigh, watching the woman bristle.
"In the words of the famous drunkard, Santana Lopez, 'I wants to get my drink on', so get your asses upstairs!" She turns on her heel and stops up the stairs. I sigh, beginning to think that Johanna is incapable of doing anything without aggression.
Quinn tugs my hand, pulling me towards the stairs with a smile on her face.

We spend the rest of the night getting drunk, laughing and actually enjoying everyone's company for once.
By the time we're heading back to the Training Centre, the streets have emptied considerably, and the only people that are out are as drunk as we are, and don't pay attention to us.
Quinn and I somehow manage to end up trailing behind the rest of the group, and by the time we reach the elevator in the lobby of our makeshift home, there's no one else around.

We tumble into the elevator, laughing, and press the buttons for our floors. I sober slightly as the lift starts to move, a thousand thoughts running errantly through my mind.
When the lift doors slide open, and Quinn starts to leave, I catch her by the wrist, pulling her back to me and placing a searing kiss onto her lips.
"Stay with me? Tonight?" I ask her, looking into her warm hazel eyes, one's that I'd found so cold once.

She answers me with an equally as intense kiss, and the doors slide closed, taking us to my floor.

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