spin the bottle // [group 2]
Feb 5, 2017 19:15:50 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Feb 5, 2017 19:15:50 GMT -5
It was their last night before the Games. The last night that they would all be able to look at each other without pulling out a blade. The last night some may ever see again.
So of course everyone got smashed.
Zanita, herself, had never been wealthy enough to buy any liquor back home but here everything was free. Fancy glass bottles of liquids of every color. She tried all of them and every single one tasted like an explosion and made her skin feel warm. This morning she had woken up sore from training, her heart heavy in her chest as thoughts of Sebastian weaved in and out of its canals. However, with alcohol surging through her system she felt less sad and more... desire.
Never having been a girl for fluttering eyelashes and coy words, she chewed at her bottom lip looking all the tributes up and down. They were all fine looking friends. Dainty girls with plump lips, and lean boys with scruff on their chins. Her lips itched to kiss every last one of them to fill the Sebastian shaped hole in her heart.
She slipped through her fellow tributes, letting the training coat her stylist had forced on her fall down her shoulders and eventually to the floor. Her fingers tugged at the hair tie keeping her black locks secured tightly to the back of her head. In one motion the tie was gone and her hair was being whipped around.
Zanita had never been drunk before, but she realized that this numb sensation was the high she had been searching for for all too long.
She heard a group of tributes mutter something about a game. Spin the bottle. She listened in and found out it was about kissing people and she was immediately hooked. However as tributes flocked over to start a game she became worried that if too many joined in she wouldn't be able to kiss as many mouths as she wanted- or never get a kiss at all.
She simply couldn't have that happen.
Zanita grabbed a nearly empty bottle of whatever these Capitolites called it, and held it up in the air.
"Come sit with me if you wanna make out!" she announced before downing the rest of the contents of the bottle. She sat down cross legged and waited as tributes sat down beside her making a neat little circle. She hadn't been this out spoken during training at all, and the sudden rush it gave her of feeling... well feeling liked made her cheeks flush.
"I'll start!" she said placing the bottle in the middle of the circle. Zanita wanted to guarantee getting a kiss tonight and this was certainly the best way to do it. She looked at the tributes in the circle, giving them all a sly grin as she spun the bottle around and waited for it to stop.
Her brown eyes followed it as it spun, her heart speeding it up as it began to slow down. It swung past the handsome blonde boy from one, then the girl from seven to land on-
Riordan Einfallen.
Her mind replayed the events from earlier in the week- his obnoxious face popping up in front of her at stations, his incessant questioning and finally the sting in her palm after she smacked him across the face.
She had spent time way from the training gym for slapping the boy from Six but it had been so worth it.
Yet, now she was at an impasse. Zanita wanted to kiss (well, more than kiss) someone tonight and finally when she got a chance she landed on this guy.
Zanita took a moment to look him over. He had pale skin and dark bushy hair. His eyes were a nice caramel shade of brown and, she had to admit, his lips looked full and entirely kissable.
It only took one drunken glance to decide that yes, Riordan was handsome enough to make out with.
With this sudden change of heart in mind, Zanita leaned forward onto all fours and began crawling across the circle to him. She accidentally knocked the bottle aside but in her drunken state didn't seem to notice.
When she reached her prey she smirked.
"Sorry, about slapping you Rio," she said, her eyes already devouring the young man before her. "Let me kiss it and make it all better."
She reached out, looping her arms around his neck to tug him closer, and smashed her lips into his. His lips were full and soft under her's and they tasted wonderful. Her teeth found his bottom lip and gave it a nibble.
Everyone else in the room faded away and there was just Zanita, Rio's lips, all the alcohol she had consumed during the night, and the intense need to get laid.
