fights with newt were probably the last thing you regretted, because you got to see him pout in defeat. he hated getting into disagreements with you. maybe you'd get thrown into the slammer, since he was second-in-command, but it was all so worth it to see his face. and besides, you had minho to bring you food if you did manage to piss him off that he'd make you spend a night in the pit just for a stupid fight. it never happened, though. not yet, at least.

tonight, you managed to land yourself another argument. irritated, he decided to shut up about it and walk away. it was a bonfire night, so you had your fun. annoying newt, playing truth or dare with the others, and whatnot.

as every bonfire night, gally fought some poor gladers that stepped foot into the circle while the other danced, cheered, talked, drank moonshine or whatever else there was to do during the celebration of the greenie's arrival. this month, it was thomas who was the not-so-lucky greenie that arrived to the glade. you, the social one, decided to introduce thomas to the runners, newt still glaring at you from afar. your hand on thomas' shoulder irritated him, and he very well knew why.

20 minutes later, you decide to grab another jar of moonshine - the only alcohol the glade had to offer. drunk, and spacing out, the second-in-command, ended up being the one to tend to you after your drunk ass challenged gally. gally didn't want to fight you. not because you were a girl, no. but because he knew that newt would murder him if he hurt you in any way. yet, you still managed to yourself after you fell, because you were drunk.

"you shouldn't challenge gally when you're drunk, love," newt whispered. minho and thomas looked at eachother, confused. "love?" they questioned.

"hm?" you look up, puzzled. newt was wiping the blood on your wrist.

"yes, i called her love, so what," he muttered. "i love her, deal with it," he said to them.

interesting, seeing you two not being at eachother's throats. but perhaps it was because you were half conscious.