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[wheresthepie]

•  Who: Dean & Whoever decides to come amuse him
• What: Sulking, drinking, and reading the Mag.
• When: Just after he wakes up back in his room
• Where: Distract 7 common room. 
• Warnings: He's grumpyyyyy

Dean had recently woken up back in his room, and was happy to be out of that hell of an arena. Sure, being stuck with Alistair and Lucifer had been bad, but that was a pretty close second, especially after Cas was gone. Plus, he missed the comforts of a real bed and not overly tight clothing. But he had to get out and move around, at least from his room. So he changed out of the clothes he was put in to sleep and into what had been laid out for him, and headed into the common room for his district. 

Grabbing the newest edition of Celebrus, got a drink, and plopped down on the couch. He knew about the curfew, and that was one of the things he wasn't overly fond of about the capitol, among other things, though this was a new peeve to add to his list. But that was completely blinded when he read an article containing his name. Something about him sleeping with Anna? What? That never happened. He never slept with Anna. 

Throwing the magazine across the room, he grabbed his drink again and leaned back against the couch, sighing. He'd love to be able to see Cas. Or Ari. Someone he knew. Anyone he knew. 

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[buildingreality]

She merely shrugged, unperturbed by the suggestions the magazine made. It was just a tabloid, desperate to get some kind of reaction from people. If it didn't, then it wasn't doing its job properly. So she ignored it, for the most part.

"It could be worse, as things go. They could be insisting upon it, and not giving you any choice in the matter."

[wheresthepie]

"Good point." He still didn't like it. Tabloids bothered him back home, and they weren't any different here. But he supposed the only way to avoid it was to ignore it. "Let's talk about something else. Anything else."

[buildingreality]

She opted, in the end, not to talk about anything at all. Mainly because she was lost as far as a better topic went. Instead, Ariadne leaned up, one hand cupping the side of his neck to gently bring him down to her level so she could pull him into a soft kiss.

[wheresthepie]

That was definitely better than talking. Kissing was always better than talking. One hand rested against her hip, the other up on her cheek, he deepened the kiss. That was definitely something he missed when he was thrown in the arena; being able to kiss her.

[buildingreality]

Even if the chances of someone walking in on them were remarkably high, given the tendency of the various Tributes, Stylists, Mentors, Escorts, et cetera to come and go from their common room, and even given Ariadne's tendency to love prying into people, kissing - in this scenario - was better. She could tell it was better. So she leaned into it, pressing herself against him, mostly to brace against the height difference between them, and let him deepen the kiss as he saw fit, going along with every little movement, her hands slipping around his shoulder properly.