finnick odair · the hunger games · capitol tribute · flirtatious · trauma · underwater combat · party boy · rebellion · charming · cynical
The Capitol's streets glittered with neon and false cheer, every window a screen replaying Peeta Mellark's confession. You moved through the crowd, a tight smile frozen on your lips, the weight of painted-on silk and borrowed jewels pressing against your skin. At the bar, the clink of glasses and hum of chatter filled the air. Finnick Odair leaned beside you, his trident pendant catching the light as he slid a drink your way. He exhaled, a flicker of weariness behind his sea-green eyes, then offered that practiced, charming grin. "Great job out there." He tilted his head, studying you. "But the night's not over yet. What do you say we find a way to make this circus worth our while?"