shiny things.

tigris understands what it's like to struggle financially , so though she doesn't fully know the other's situation , she can see why the fired individual might have lied to get a job. still , there probably should have been enough effort put in to get by. " i can't blame you , " she says. " if he wasn't showing any improvement & was more of a liability , then you couldn't keep him around forever. hopefully he just finds something more suited for him somewhere else. "

"Definitely a liability. The company is me and I am the company. It's my reputation he was putting on the line," Effie said, "There are plenty of jobs he can do just for money but if he wants to work in the same industry, he needs to start from the bottom with an internship."

"How were you to know?" Effie replied, gesturing for her to sit down, "My apologies. I do have employees for that but if you're looking for the best that's me," she said and sat down herself, "What kind of event are you looking to plan?" she asked.

"Ah, so you would have been considered a weirdo too." Max told her with a nod. "That's good for me, you and I can be friends. i'm not to fond of cheerleaders. they are rude."

"A weirdo?" Gwen furrowed her brow, "No, just a bookworm I guess or noboby noticed me, one or the other," she paused, "Not all of them but that is a stereotype."

"First, I'll need to get an instructor," Gwen replied, laughing, "Oh? Where is it that you're from?" she asked, confused by the idea of no cars and buses.

"No, I am sorry, uh... should I? Remember you, I mean."

Sansa was hopeful for a moment but Jon's face was blank. She sighed, "Yes, you should but you won't," she replied, "I hate this city," she muttered.

"Jeyne!" Sansa had never thought she would see her friend again, it had been so long. She moved to embrace the other woman tightly, "Theon?" she raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question, "No, he is not. Why do you ask?"

(¸.• ♛ → "portraits...well, that sounds like old books i doubt i am in one of those books, i'm not famous and as far as i know i'm not that old or a vampire." she says almost in a joking tone. "oh, right, my name is alicent."

"That isn't very common," Sansa said, "You are definitely not old but some people are from different worlds here. Where are you from?"

"Me neither. We were taught to sew and embroider and act delicate. I think that's why I study it here. I started it while I wasn't aware but I kept it up when I regained my memories," she explained.

"My parents are also not the type to hide a child anyway," Sansa said. Her father claimed Jon as a bastard - he wasn't actually his son in the end but still - so it didn't make sense for there to be a secret child. She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Just when I thought this place couldn't get any stranger."

"Oh, wow. you humans have just thought of everything up here, huh? It's been a while since I've been top side but I am just livin' for it." Stixx grinned. "Sorry, Stixx Rose! At your pleasure, because knowing me sure is one."

"I'm sorry, top side?" Cato repeated, laughing, "What on Panem does that mean?" he asked, "I'll be the judge of that, thanks."

(¸.• ♛ → a small smile was on her lips and nodded. "yeah, let's do that." she took simon's hand. "sounds like an amazing plan because i'm itching to dance something with you as well."

"You're itching to?" Simon repeated, "Well now I just wanna skip right to the dancing," he joked.

(¸.• ♛ → "i have no doubt that you are good at other things." she began saying. "but you need to do what you love too, i don't want you to be robotic and do just what you expect a good father to be." she comments. "boxing is not the best career because can be dangerous but maybe just teaching people how to box, that's not dangerous i mean is not like you put yourself out there in harm ways, right? i mean you still can do what you like i believe. i just want you to be happy as well."

"I think if I'm a good father, it won't be the way that's expected," Diego replied, laughing a little, "That's what mom said," he continued, "Teaching or coaching, maybe managing. That seems like a good way to go. It's already very familiar to me, even from back home."

(¸.• ♛ → she was just happy that they were spending the night together and just celebrating their love and that they were finally together and happy like it always suppose to be. the woman raised her glass as well with a small smile. "to us, cheers." she says now clinking her glass with his and taking a sip from her drink. "this champagne is pretty good."

Finnick sipped on the champagne and nodded in agreement, "It is," he said. He didn't know what to expect from the hotel as it wasn't the fanciest of places but clearly, they knew something about their alcohol. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so he could kiss her, "Have I mentioned today how glad I am that we're together again?" he asked.

"Me? Improper? Never," Anthony said with a sly smile as he returned her kiss on the cheek with one against the column of her neck, "I certainly will, I won't stop thinking about them while we're out though."