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A waiter walked by the table I was seated at. I took one of the tall glasses from his silver tray, examining the bubbly liquid the glass contained, before I threw it all in my mouth and forced it down my throat. The fizz left a stinging trail down my throat, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. A chuckle forced itself out of me as I reached for another drink from a different waiter's tray.

"I never realized you were such a big drinker," Finnick's husky voice rang in my ear; he placed our plates filled with food on the table in front of us. As he spoke I poured the second glass of alcohol down my throat, cringing at the bitter taste.

"Oh, yeah," I shouted in his face, "Well, I never realized how manipulative you are." My hand places another glass back on a serving tray, searching for another one that was filled with hard liquor.

"Manipulative? Please tell me how manipulative I am," Finnick yelled in a hushed tone; he was confused by the statement said by me.

"Like you don't know!" An exasperated laugh came out of my mouth, "I think you know exactly how manipulative you are," I excused myself from the table and began making my way to the door.

Finnick followed after me, "Katie, what are you talking about?" His hand gripped my arm, jerking my body around to face him. It was then that he had realized the scene we were making. He yanked my body into his and pulled me in a nearby room for privacy, and of course it was another closet.

"What's the deal with you and closets?" I ask, pushing on him until he released me from his hold.

"What?" Finnick looked around at our surroundings, "It was the closest door," his fingers ran through his hair in frustration before he said, "What are you doing out there? They are supposed to think we love each other, and they can't think that with you downing everything that has alcohol in it."

My eyes followed the hand gestures he made as he spoke. It was like he was dancing with his own words that came out of his mouth. His mouth; so plump and pink. In it his tongue traced the letters that formed the sentences he spoke. His teeth were exposed to the light, allowing it to reflect off them enough to blind anyone. The act of speaking has never looked more graceful and artistic.

Slowly, I felt my hands reach out to hold his face in between them. Both of my thumbs gently massaged his cheekbones, as I leaned in to study his features. It was at this time that he stopped speaking and looked at me in confusion.

"Katie," his breath hit my face, "what are you doing?" As my hands fell to hold his chest, rising and falling with his breaths, I could feel his heartbeat racing. Goosebumps ran down my back as his hands moved to my waist, and held my curves.

"Finnick," my mouth wanted to speak but my brain could not form any sentences. "Finnick," I repeated, this time looking into his eyes and watching his pupils dilate. My mind went crazy, my body went numb, and it felt like I was having an out of body experience.

Finnick's face brought itself closer to mine. A feeling was churning in my stomach like no other I have felt before. I could feel the sensation traveling up my throat, and it tasted bitter. Before Finnick closed the gap between out lips, my head turned to the side to release the bile that came up my throat.

"Are you okay?" He asked. A mixture of green and brown now stained the floor where I stood. Breathing felt like a chore, and my mind went blank. I could not think. I could not feel. I could not stand. My legs fell from underneath me, causing my back and head to slam against the wall behind me.

My lips curved upwards, yet nothing felt funny. My eyes were trying to curl into the back of my head, but I fought to stay awake. I tried to lift my limp hand to Finnick in hope that he would pull me up, but his hands did not reach for mine. His hands will never reach for mine.

"You never told me that you have never drank before!" He was yelling at me, his voice cracking from frustration, "I need to get you to the hospital. I need to get you out of here." Now he was talking to himself, pacing back in forth with small steps.

Then suddenly, I was floating. A bright light and loud noises surrounded me, and a large mold was attached to me. My body was curled up; two poles helped to make my journey more comfortable. One was under my neck and another was under my knees. They were draped in some sort of soft fabric, occasionally scratching me.

"Katie, stay awake," a voice joined me. I groaned and rested my head against the mold. It felt too good to sleep. "Stop it," the voice now commanded; it sort of sounds like Finnick. Maybe it is Finnick, and maybe he is flying with me.

A cold surface hit my back, and the poles were gone, along with the mold. I did not like this feeling; the other one felt better. Something pricked my arm and I could feel my blood pumping fast. It was hard to stay awake like the voice told me, so I let the darkness consume me. I felt like I was in my own world where I could control my future rather than having someone else control it.

"Now, this will get the alcohol out of her system, but it might take a while. She's going to have to stay here for the rest of the day, and maybe even overnight," a woman was talking, her voice was so comforting that I wanted her to speak more. "Don't look so worried. The IV will have her back to normal, however, there might be some side effects."

"Side effects?" I think I heard Finnick say this to the calming woman.

"Most of our patients that get this IV will experience lucid dreams. We have no control over what they dream about, so she could have a good or bad dream. That means that if it's a good dream she will be completely happy while sleeping, but if it's a bad dream she might wake up with some trauma." Everything she said sounded lovely, and it made me feel even more relaxed than I already was. My eyes felt heavy and I could feel myself slipping away until I was finally unconscious.