a cherry on top of the icing // jakobi + teddy, post 87th
Jul 14, 2021 19:13:06 GMT -5
Post by lance on Jul 14, 2021 19:13:06 GMT -5
Freshly twenty five and even more freshly graduated, it would be an understatement to say that you were on top of the fucking world.
Blame the four drinks coursing through your system, the euphoria of successfully conquering the district's master's degree with a year to spare, the questionable influence of your friends, but whatever the case, it was hardly a surprise that you found yourself in this situation.
You were Jakobi Knight, after all. Overachiever, confident often mislabeled as arrogant, with big ambitions and big dreams barely matched by the heavens themselves. The stifling influence of estranged parents couldn't stop you. The arbitrary barriers that proclaimed that age equaled development and ability hadn't slowed you down. Even the Capitol, with seven sets of Reapings in which to pull your name, had been unable to kill you. A million to one chance indeed, one that only ever struck the unlucky - but who let luck decide their fate when there was so much more that could be created through skill and hard work?
Oh, you heard the whispers, all right, saying that you let your success and your good genetics get to your head. But humility was overrated, even more so when you had every advantage known to man, and if you had it, then why should you downplay your own talents?
There was nothing you couldn't do if you had enough time, energy, and desire to put into it. That's why you'd become self sufficient at a young age, obtained both a college and a master's degree by the end of your first quarter of a century of life, why you were currently clutching drink number five with satisfaction practically oozing from every pore.
Cause see, that was the other part. There was nothing you couldn't do, but there was also virtually nobody you couldn't do when you put your mind to it, either. Was that overly cocky of you to claim? Perhaps, if it wasn't also true. People who weren't interested in men aside, there were few that you weren't able to coerce into your bed for a night at worst and for several months at best. You'd seduced everyone from a random handsome guy you'd bumped into on the street to a socialite from one of Six's rare upper class houses, amongst others.
But tonight, you felt invincible. You'd lived to twenty five, you'd completed a degree that usually took others till almost thirty to accomplish, and you were on top of the fucking world. There remained yet two hurdles for you to accomplish - a job at the Capitol, and, well...
In all honesty, you hadn't started the night intending to add Teddy Ursa to your list of conquests. While adding to your conquests was definitely in the cards, as were many nights you found yourself several drinks in in the aftermath of a great victory, the Victor was more of a last second addition than a pre-planned notion. Sure, you'd be lying if you said that the fantasy didn't exist, but who didn't have fantasies about handsome names that just so happened to be known across the nation?
And yet here he was, at your favorite stomping grounds by sheer coincidence. It was almost as if the stars had aligned to grant you this cherry on top of the icing on your victory cake.
At twenty five, there was nothing, and nobody, you couldn't do. Why not add in one last challenge while you still could?
You grab your fifth drink, excuse yourself from your friends, and seconds later, make your move.
"Well, aren't you the man of the hour," you smirk as you slide into the seat to the right of Teddy, a well-practiced grin etched so far into your muscle memory that even the senior Victor of your home would be hard-pressed to resist. "Never thought our very own Teddy motherfucking Ursa would be here, slumming it away with the rest of us lowlives." Your grin turns just the faintest bit lecherous. "But, I suppose if there was a reason to celebrate, your most recent stint in the gulag would be one, no?"
Truthfully, you weren't here to talk about Flynn Garner, even if your words said otherwise. But these sorts of things shouldn't be rushed - especially when the stakes were high, even for you.