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thecapitol2015-03-15 12:22 am
fusshionable) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-15 12:22 am
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tonight is the night we've been waiting for [closed]
Who| Porrim + Nick Sr.
What| A re-do on their first meeting.
Where| The lobby bar.
When| Forward-dated to after the Arena finale.
Warnings/Notes| Sex sex sexy sex, language.
It's been a long six weeks.
Not that Porrim's been pining, or anything as ridiculous as that. No, she's a sensible woman, and she has a job that keeps her busy, especially as her Tributes come filtering back into the Capitol. She has doting to do, interviews to ferry them back and forth to, opportunities to arrange. But to say that she hasn't been thinking about her encounter with Nick in the lobby bar last month, well, that would be a bald-faced lie.
She's been watching his Arena endeavors with a mixture of amusement and regret. Because she can tell that he has no qualms about killing--he's exactly the kind of Tribute the Gamemakers love. And really, almost every Tribute she knows has killed, out of necessity, or not. And she tries not to let it bother her, because being stuck in those Arenas is sure to fuck with you in some way or another. So she's stayed detached, waiting until he's back and he can talk with her to form an opinion. And in the meantime, she sends him gifts every so often, with clever little notes. And the last one--over a hundred bottles of vodka with her last note, reminding him that they need to finish what they started.
It's almost become a joke, to her, their first meeting that was cut so terribly short, but it's left her curious, and she very much wants to seal the deal. To give him a chance to redeem himself for that 'five minutes' comment. So when she watches Nick's arena death, she knows that it's time to put her little plan into action.
The very next morning, and every morning until he shows up, she'll be sitting in the lobby bar, sipping champagne with her phone turned off and not a stitch of underwear underneath her dress. She's not desperate, she's not looking over her shoulder every few minutes. She's a patient woman.
What| A re-do on their first meeting.
Where| The lobby bar.
When| Forward-dated to after the Arena finale.
Warnings/Notes| Sex sex sexy sex, language.
It's been a long six weeks.
Not that Porrim's been pining, or anything as ridiculous as that. No, she's a sensible woman, and she has a job that keeps her busy, especially as her Tributes come filtering back into the Capitol. She has doting to do, interviews to ferry them back and forth to, opportunities to arrange. But to say that she hasn't been thinking about her encounter with Nick in the lobby bar last month, well, that would be a bald-faced lie.
She's been watching his Arena endeavors with a mixture of amusement and regret. Because she can tell that he has no qualms about killing--he's exactly the kind of Tribute the Gamemakers love. And really, almost every Tribute she knows has killed, out of necessity, or not. And she tries not to let it bother her, because being stuck in those Arenas is sure to fuck with you in some way or another. So she's stayed detached, waiting until he's back and he can talk with her to form an opinion. And in the meantime, she sends him gifts every so often, with clever little notes. And the last one--over a hundred bottles of vodka with her last note, reminding him that they need to finish what they started.
It's almost become a joke, to her, their first meeting that was cut so terribly short, but it's left her curious, and she very much wants to seal the deal. To give him a chance to redeem himself for that 'five minutes' comment. So when she watches Nick's arena death, she knows that it's time to put her little plan into action.
The very next morning, and every morning until he shows up, she'll be sitting in the lobby bar, sipping champagne with her phone turned off and not a stitch of underwear underneath her dress. She's not desperate, she's not looking over her shoulder every few minutes. She's a patient woman.