drabble prompt : tipsy teacher!Katniss trying to flirt with Nerd!Peeta during prom
She had had one too many gin and tonics. Okay. More than one too many.
The room was starting to spin slightly and everything was fuzzy, which was almost worse with the pink theme they had chosen this year, because it made Katniss think of cotton candy.
No one could tell it looking at her, she was a very high functioning drunk, but her boss Haymitch eyed her suspiciously.
He knew, Katniss thought to herself in a whisper. Knows? Knew? Who the fuck cares. She snorted at her own debate.
Narrowing her eyes at him, she turned and stalked away, stepping out of her heels and bending over to pick them up.
When she tried to stand back upright the room was spinning faster and no longer reminded we her of cotton candy but Pepto Bismol.
A strong hand grasped her elbow, accompanied by a deep voice. “Woah. You okay there?”
Well who is this delicious sounding stranger?
Katniss put on her best seductive face and looked up into the bright blue eyes behind the thick black frames.
“What’re you doing here?” She tried not to slur. “This is a prom, only approved chaperones and students are allowed.”
Suddenly the room stopped spinning as she focused on the most adorable, crooked grin.
“I know. I fall into one of those categories.”
“I like your hair,” she said with a giggle, reaching out and lightly pulling on a strand of his blonde curls.
“Let’s get you some water and fresh air, huh?” Mr. Beautiful said, leading her to the exit.
They stopped at the water fountain and she drank like a horse, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she rose, wobbling, only to be steadied by that hand once again on her elbow. Ever on her elbow. Never below her elbow.
Walking out into the night, she took a deep breath of the fresh cold air, smiling.
Turning to the stranger, she must have been shivering, because he was taking his coat off and putting it around her shoulders.
“Thanks,” she whispered coyly, leaning in, stumbling really, closer to him.
She reached out and ran her thumb over his bow tie, a soft orange color, and glanced down to catch a glimpse of converse on his feet.
“You have a very unique style,” she commented, leaning still closer.
He cleared his throat, taking a step back. “Thanks.”
“That bow tie is a very interesting color.”
He reached up and fiddled with it, loosening it slightly with a chuckle. “Thanks. It’s my favorite.”
Katniss closed the distance between them, whispering in his ear as she braced herself on his shoulders to minimize her swaying, “I think I have a bra that color.”
The strangled sound that came out of the man’s throat made her laugh.
“It’s funny, really,” she said backing away slightly. “I have a student who loves that color, and has the same glasses as you, too. His name is-”
“Peeta?” A voice called a short distance away. Haymitch. Katniss scowled. He had interrupted her moment with-
She turned back to face the stranger, her eyes widening. “Four eyes Mellark?”
He blushed. “They call me that sometimes.” He rubbed the back of his neck in either nerves or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell.
Turning towards Haymitch, he called, “Ms. Everdeen was feeling sick. I’ll be right back in.”
A grunt of what must be an acceptance came from Haymitch before he disappeared back in the building.
Katniss covered her mouth with her hand. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. That was completely inappropriate of me. I must have drunk too much.”
“Don’t worry about it. It actually kinda made my night,” he admitted sheepishly.
“All the guys in school have a crush on you. You really think you have a full class because you teach English so well?”
She chuckled. She really wasn’t that good with words, despite her degree in it.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she said, smiling.
“Fine by me. Our little secret.”
“Our little secret,” she whispered.
They were nose to nose. How did they get here?
“Shall we seal the deal?” She found herself asking.
“If you say so,” he whispered back.
The briefest of kisses and they were on their way back inside.
I need something to drink, Katniss scowled.