Prompt: Finnick and Annie get drunk and go skinny dipping in the ocean :)

Finnick arrived at Annie's door one day with a bottle of expensive wine.

"Look what I've got." He said, holding it in her face for all of two seconds.

"Fancy," Annie commented, stepping aside so that he could enter.

Finnick took his bottle of wine straight into the kitchen. With a quiet sigh, Annie shut the door and followed him.

"So," Annie said, taking the bottle from him and studying it. "Who's it from?"

The label read "Le Rouge", which Annie could make no sense of. The ingredients list was equally foreign to her.

"Some guy I spent the weekend with last time I was in the Capitol." Finnick explained dismissively.

"Guy?" Annie raised an eyebrow.

Finnick shrugged. "Don't ask."

Annie returned to studying the bottle.

"I figured it would be irresponsible if I drank the whole thing by myself." Finnick explained. "But if we share it..." He trailed off, grinning mischievously.

Annie handed the bottle back to him. "I'll get us some glasses."

Between them, they finished the bottle.

"You have really nice eyes." Finnick told Annie matter-of-factly.

She giggled until she hiccupped, which made her jump.

"They're like... the sea." He continued on, seemingly oblivious. "Like... murky blue-green. Really pretty."

"Your eyes are prettier." Annie insisted.

"They are not." Finnick frowned.

"Are too." Annie insisted.

Finnick stood up.

Annie screamed and ran around to the other side of the table.

He chased her around the kitchen for a good five minutes, until they were both out of breath. Only then did Annie allow Finnick to catch up with her.

"Ha!" Finnick wheezed triumphantly. "Caught you!"

"Oh dear," Annie said dramatically, raising a hand to her forehead and letting her knees buckle slightly. "Whatever will I do?"

"I can think of a few things." Finnick said.

Standing on tiptoes, Annie went to kiss him, but Finnick released her from his arms and stepped back, laughing.

"Trust me?" He asked, holding out a hand.

Annie giggled, reaching out and intertwining his fingers with her own.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Sometimes, Mags liked to check in on her children, just to make sure they hadn't done anything stupid or gotten themselves into trouble.

When Finnick didn't answer his door, she assumed he must be at Annie's. The two of them often switched houses, spending the night with each-other more often than not.

When Annie didn't answer her door either, Mags came to the conclusion that they must have gone out together.

She had two options: the market place, or the beach. Now, Mags knew for a fact that Annie did her shopping on Tuesdays, and today was a Friday.

Which left the beach.

With most of the District at work or school on a Friday afternoon, the beach was fairly deserted. The fishing boats were already well out to sea, and the net-makers sat along the pier. The beach itself was fairly vacant.

Mags found their clothes before she found them.

Bending down to pick up one of the garments, she hurriedly tossed it aside when she realised it was a pair of lacy white knickers.

Wherever her children had gotten to, they were both naked, it would seem.

"Mags!"

She turned to face the sea, shielding her eyes from the fierce glare of the afternoon sun with one hand.

"Mags, come join us!" Finnick shouted. He was a fair distance out to sea. Annie, just a bobbing head beside him, reached a hand up out of the water to wave.

"I think I'll pass!" Mags yelled back.

"Spoilsport!" Finnick retorted.

Annie blew a raspberry at her, squealing when Finnick grabbed her wrist and yanked her underwater.

Shaking her head, Mags turned and headed for home.