Who: Ryder Wilkinson and Jess Williamson What: Finally having an actual talk. Where: Capitol Club When: Thursday, after hours. Warnings: TBD (but I doubt anything too bad)
What a day. Ryder felt like he'd been all over the place lately, hiding out at one apartment, then going to another. Trying to find somewhere where Peeta felt comfortable enough, and they could get some baking done. And then baking too much, and having to dealt with so many leftovers that you didn't want to just throw out. Feeding Buttercup. Trying to find his charcoal pencils. Feeding Buttercup again. And all of that was before lunch.
The rest of the day was spent trying to figure out what to do. Mostly what he wanted to do with his life. Where he wanted to live. What he wanted to do. He'd never had plans before, just a vague idea that eventually something would come to him. Hell, he didn't even have a literal apartment or home that was his. All he had was his truck, and some new found friends who were in the same boat as he was.
Which is why he was sitting in the corner at the bar in the Capitol Club, trying his best to blend into the wall. Camouflage at it's best, right? He talked to Lana plenty, same with Christian. But he had been too nervous... to hell with it, he'd been too scared to talk to Jess. Not just because Johanna was intimidating; Peeta had been yearning to talk to her for awhile now. But there was that other Peeta, the one who died, who was her friend. Who died for her, if they could remember right. He knew he could never replace him, and he didn't even want to try. But what if it came off that way? This whole thing was terrifying enough, and he kept glancing over in her direction, and then quickly looking away as he doodled on a pad of paper.
Maybe he should try to get her attention? But she seemed busy... sort of...