"Excellent." No matter how willing she'd been to throw the party alone, Santana was glad that Peeta had agreed to pitch in. And not only because he'd be an awesome errand boy, either. Well, it was mostly that, but it wasn't the only reason. "Throwing the party's the easy part. It's making sure that people show up that we need to make sure of."
Her mind was already racing with ideas and possibilities, excited for the opportunity to finally show that the fighters and the supers weren't the only ones with skills. "The obvious choice would be the hocus pocus, but screw that - I say we get one of the smaller apartment buildings and make the whole damn thing our bitch." It'd be their own version of a dorm party, only with ghosts and better liquor. "Oh, this is coming together already. I hope you're ready to lug some kegs, Doughnut Boy."