fandomhighdorms | Sixth Floor, Thursday Evening

So, there was this thing. This thing wherein Wesley had been an owl during the last week of classes and had missed out on the opportunity to take his girlfriend to prom. There was also this other thing wherein said girlfriend was leaving tomorrow to participate in some crazy people's idea of a game. The result of these two things combining was that on Thursday evening, Wesley made his way up to the sixth floor with flowers and candles and a stereo and decided to make Katniss a second attempt at prom.

It took about an hour to set up, what with the stray balls from the ball pit finding their way under tables and over to the middle of the dance floor. But eventually he managed a room that looked... almost like a prom. There was one table with various appetizer-like snacks on it, candles lit all over the room, flowers in vases, and prom-appropriate music flowing from the stereo. In short, it was a prom.

Once he was satisfied that it looked as nice as it was going to look, he headed downstairs to the second floor, left a note on the door of room 221 directing Katniss to come up to the sixth floor, and then went back upstairs to wait. All in all, he was quite proud of himself.

[[for the girl! this has totally used up my cuteness quotient for the week, omg.]]

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Katniss had been coming back from a hunt to calm her nerves when she found the note on the door. And while she hadn't made any kills (it had been more of a quiet walk than a hunt), and she hadn't gotten too</> dirty, she still wasn't exactly prom-attired when she made her way up to the sixth floor. "What's all this?" she asked softly, staring around as she wandered into the common room.

Right. The prom attire thing was something Wesley should've taken into consideration, yes. But okay, Katniss after a hunt? Also had a certain appeal.

He wasn't a creep, really.

"Well," he said, swinging his arms a little nervously. "I know you're leaving tomorrow, and, ah, I never got to take you to prom."

Those two ideas didn't necessarily make sense together, no.

A slow, real smile began to spread across Katniss' face. "...you recreated prom?" she asked softly. "For me?"

"Well... yes," he said, blushing just a tiny bit. And then, because he knew the quickest way to her heart, he blurted out, "There's food."

So there was.

And for once, Katniss wasn't all that concerned with the food. "No one's ever done something like this for me," she admitted quietly, still kind of staring at him. "...I feel underdressed."

Aww!

"Oh," he said, pausing. He hadn't anticipated that. "Well. I didn't bother with a photographer anyway," he said, smiling.

"I appreciate that," she said, blushing slightly. "I'd like a few more moments of my life to go unfilmed. Like this one."

And even if Katniss usually was all about taking initiative on her own, she was very conscious of how final everything was, especially with Wesley, and how she wouldn't really get to make choices like this for much longer. So she was a little hesitant as she moved over to kiss him.

But she did it, all the same.

Oh. Well, that wasn't, like, his intention with this whole fake-prom thing, but they hadn't had a ton of time just the two of them lately, so Wesley definitely wasn't complaining. He brought his hands up to hold her head in his hands, kissed her softly, and then gently pulled away.

"See? Just like a regular prom," he teased.

"I don't have a lot of experience with proms," she admitted, smiling a bit still. "We don't really have those in Panem. So the kissing is tradition, then? Along with the overdone dresses?"

"I've only ever been to one," he admitted. "Apart from the, ah, the owl one. But the kissing seemed to be a thing people did."

This train of thought was... interesting.

"Where was the other one you went to?" she asked, reaching for one of his hands curiously. They didn't have much time left. Katniss found herself just wanting to touch him, while she still could.

"California," he said, gladly handing over his hand. "Where I was working before I came here. I was really more of a chaperone, though, so it hardly counts."

Giles had dragged him along. There had been cocktail wieners. It had been a thing.

"That sounds desperately boring," Katniss said, completely honestly. "You must've hated it."

"Mostly," he conceded. Then, with a smile, he added, "This is much better, though."

"Even though I've been running around in the woods and don't have my dress?" she checked.

"Of course," he said easily, and kissed her on the top of her head. "Honestly, that's almost better."
[[omg being dragged out to dinner. SP? ~~tooootally not trying to rope you into playing her for longer, jfc.~~]]

"No Girl on Fire for you?" she teased, almost having to crane her neck to look at him. Stupid height difference. "Cinna made that dress special for prom, you know."

[I WILL SP HER BEING HAPPY AS LONG AS POSSIBLE. :D YAY SP!]

[[okay wait, one more. :D]]

"And it was lovely," he agreed, smiling. He bent his knees just a bit so that the height difference wasn't quite as ridiculous, and added, "But there's something about the just-run-through-the-woods look that works for you."

"I certainly hope so," Katniss said with a little laugh. "It's sort of how I look...almost all the time."

Wesley smiled. "True enough," he agreed. "Lucky for me, I suppose."

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