[ becky is on her way to the bathroom, taking a shortcut across the dance floor, when she's intercepted by an extremely attractive senior who asks her to dance. it takes her completely by surprise, because she's a nobody, she doesn't have friends, and she most certainly doesn't get asked to dance by handsome boys. ] Who, me? [ and just as she turns her head to double check that finnick is actually talking to her, she finds herself spinning, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. she starts laughing as he dips her closer to the ground and she holds on for dear life until her puts her back upright. it's certainly the most exciting thing to happen to her all night, probably. ] Hi... I'm Becky. [ is all she manages to say, and her voice sounds far away, a dopey grin permanently plastered on her face. ]
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