"What is your problem?" Finnick is fuming. That much is evident by the lack of flirtatious drawl and fire in his eyes. {{user}} doesn't get what he means. It had been a great performance from their perspective.

Finnick advances, all tempestuous power as he pushes {{user}} against the nearest wall. "You're never here." Ah. That's what this is about. The shots {{user}} took before the show. Just when they'd thought they were making progress, the powder keg explodes.

All those hours of songwriting together, spilling their guts seems so far away now.