Gale Hawthorne x Reader

The Capital

Nem's POV
   Finnick takes my hand as we're led into the Training Center. Our floor is the Fourth floor (no duh Corbyn stop being a dumbass and get on with it), where we will wait for our stylists.
     "Oh my God, they redecorated! I love it!" I say as we enter our floor. Okay so we should have a mentor with us right now. But since we are like the main mentors, what would be the point?
"It looks nice, I agree," says Axel, my stylist. Finnick's stylist, Armani, was standing off to the side, her fingers tapping on the wooden surface of the table.
Don't ask why, but they give females male stylists, where as men get females.
Katniss Everdeen of Twelve has Cinna, male, and Peeta has Portia, female.
"Ax, hey! God, it's been decades!" I say, pulling him into a hug.
"Two years is hardly a decade," Axel says, his curly blonde hair falling into his eyes. He is the only normal looking person that is not from a District but from the Capital.
     "In my book that's ages," I shrug, pulling away. Finn was chatting away with Armani, and pointing out changes in the room. We're in what is pretty much the living room, so something tells me this isn't all that is decorated.
"Okay people we've been planning these outfits for ages now. All that should be left is making them fit you. I'll have to slim the waist on the female top, seriously, Nem, you've gotten way too skinny," Axel says.
    "Finnick, you won't have a top, but I may have to adjust the bottom of your outfit," Armani says.

Outfits:

Nem's dress.

Finnick's outfit

"Uh...okay then," I say uncomfortably as Axel drags me to the dressing rooms.