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WHO: threadthefire and EVERYONE!!
WHERE: passionné (along with cafe satiné and salon lustré, of course)
WHEN: Saturday evening.
WARNINGS: Not a one, unless Finnick decides to strip. Then it’s anybody’s guess.

It’s opening night at passionné and everyone’s invited. There are models wearing Cinna’s latest fashions mingling amidst the guests, answering any questions the attendees may have about the gowns and suits they’re wearing. Pastries and hand-made drinks from cafe satiné are being passed around as are flutes of champagne and glasses of wine from a local source. Music, played live by local musicians, fills the air as guests wander the boutique and look at Cinna’s wares in the intimate spaces.

And should anyone be so moved, they’re currently taking appointments for consultations, fittings and commissions in the salon area.

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"I'm using him to bolster my own fat wardrobe, I'll tell you that much," he answers with a laugh. It'd be the icing on the cake to persuade her to say it, but they both know he was right and really, that's what matters. "There are people who'd kill to have him at their disposal like this."

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This may be true, in the grand scheme of things both here and probably in Panen, but that's something Angela just doesn't know and will never know if things remain the same. Then again, it's something she might not want to know anyway. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

"Shame. And here I have to blow him to have him at my disposal."

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And that earns her a gentle poke in the ribs. "Just another reason for you to be insanely jealous of me, I guess," he says, light and amused.

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"I think it's better that way," Angela says with a grin after smacking that annoying finger away. "If you were blowing him too, we three would have a big problem."

Suddenly, her tone takes on a somber note as she watches Cinna mingle across the room. "Is he doing okay? I mean, is he happy tonight?" She knows things are bad, not how bad they are, but that what he has to go back home to aren't the best times of his life and if Cinna is happy tonight, Angela can't ask for anything more. She only hopes Finnick will tell her the truth.

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He lets the first jab pass with nothing more than a cheeky leer in response, but when her words turn serious, he lets his expression fade into a look that's considerably more thoughtful and solemn. "I'd say it probably ranks in the top five nights of his life," he answers after a moment. Katniss's first parade, her victory celebration in the Capitol, the night of the Quell interviews...yes, it's a fair bet this falls in the top five. Not that he'll ever admit what those were.

But then he glances back, smiling faintly. "Yeah, he's fine. This is good."

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Something in the way Finnick answers gives Angela the feeling that there's more on that list that she shouldn't ask about, can't ask for, no matter how good those nights were. Neither one will tell them and she doesn't feel like fighting for a straight answer from a straight question right now. All she can do is shrug it off and smile, fingers tightening around her water glass as she continues glancing at Cinna every so often.

"Good. That's all I wanted."