* @Kiko_and_Clato Thanks for the idea :) There was drunk Cato... Now there is drunk Clove :)
Catos PoV
"Clove, come on! Go get changed. You smell like beer!"
"No I do NOT!"
"You had way to much beer Clove. Get changed."
"I am a victor! You can't tell me what to do!"
"Clove-"
"NO!"
"Clove Isabelle Kentwell stop being an idiot!"
Her face suddenly contorts into a deep frown.
"C-Cato...D-don't be me-mean!"
Suddenly tears begin to trickle down her freckled little cheeks and I sigh, wiping them away.
"Clove. Stop crying. You need to get changed. Enobaria and Brutus won't want to hear that you got drunk. You need sleep. Here."
I hand her a pair of shorts and a loose tank top.
She growls and begins to rip off her shirt.
"Hey! wait for me to leave!"
She doesn't listen and continues to rip off her jeans.
"Clove!"
She rolls her eyes about to unclip her bra and I quickly turn around.
"Done."
I turn and raise an eyebrow at Clove.
"You're still in your jeans and shirt."
"No I am not! Stop being a jerk!"
"Clove look at yourself."
She glances down at her legs and realizes she put her old clothes on again, like I said.
She grumbles, ripping off her shirt, once again and I cover my eyes.
"Why are you being such a wimp Cato?" She giggles.
"I am not being a wimp. I just don't think, for your sake as well, that I should be looking at you when you are naked!"
"I don't mind."
"Clove you don't mind because you are DRUNK!"
"I'M NOT DRUNK CATOOOOO!"
"Whatever," I mumble.
Clove climbs up into her bed and tucks herself under the covers.
"Catooooo!"
"What?!"
"Come heeeeerreee!"
"Clove I think I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight..."
"CATOOOOO!"
"Tomorrow night alright? You're too drunk, and this isn't going to end well, Ok Clove?"
"Catttooooo! CATOOOOO!"
"That is enough alright Clove?!"
She whimpers again and begins to cry like before.
"Oh Clove. No, no, no. It's alright."
I sigh, laying down beside Clove, and gently stroke her cheek.
Her crying becomes harder, and she goes into a fit of choking sobs.
"Clove, why are you crying?"
"Yo-you're being mean!"
I brush away her tears with my hand and she grasps my arm, pulling me close.
"Ok, I'll stay here tonight. But behave yourself."
She instantly stops crying, and let's out a giggle, grasping my neck and pulling me down to her face.
"Kiss me Cato!"
"No Clove."
"Kiiiiiiiiisssss meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"No Clove."
"CATOOO!"
"NO CLOVE!"
She shrinks back and I sigh.
"Don't cry again babe. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."
"Kiss me?"
I gently brush my lips against her forehead, and she shivers, burying herself into my chest again.
"Go to sleep now alright?"
"I don't want to."
"Please Clove. For me?"
She doesn't respond, and instead grasps me tighter.
"Goodnight Clover."
"Cato?"
"Mhm?"
"Will you buy me a puppy?"
"Goodnight Clove."
"We can name it Cato."
"My names Cato."
"Shut up."
I sigh and kiss her on the forehead again, closing my eyes.
"Or we can name it Enobaria!"
"Clove- you know what... never mind. We'll discuss this in the morning."
"Can it be a German Shepherd? They're cute!"
"In. The. Morning! I love you Clove."
"I love puppies more."