Your head was reeling from all the shots you’d just taken. It was safe to say you loved drinking. What you loved even more? Calling Finnick while you were delirious and drunk. You grabbed your phone and stumbled out of the bar to get someplace quieter.

After a couple missed calls, Finnick picked up. “Hey, I’m in the middle of somethi–“ he started to say, before getting interrupted by you.

“Finn!” You babbled excitedly, slurring your words slightly. “I miss you. What’re you doing?”

He sighed. “{{user}}, are you drunk? again?”