<div class="floatleft">(http://i935.photobucket.com/albums/ad199/Fatora/936full-clara-alonso.jpg)</div>Hazel eyes harden as they stared at Finnick. God, he could be such a grouch when he was hungry. He didn’t have to be such a drama queen. They had agreed a roommate was a good idea, so he could just suck it up. She wasn’t sure where the attitude was coming from, as Sebastian seemed quite friendly, if a bit flirty, but she couldn’t hold that against him. The only conclusion she could make was that Finn really needed to eat. Her attention moved to their new roommate, though, when he spoke to her and then to her brother, his words dripping with sarcasm. Oh my! This was certainly going to be interesting. Briefly, she wondered if this was some sort of guy dominance thing. Like they were testing the waters to see who was more ‘Alpha Male’. She simply shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.<strong>”Sarcasm is definitely welcome.”</strong>She looked to Finn,<strong>”Right grouchy pants?”</strong>She gave him a wink, so he would know she was teasing him.<br/><br/>At Finnick’s next works, she simply laughed. He was certainly an odd ball, but she loved her brother for it. Plus, she tended to have an odd sense of humor, too, a bit quirky, and it was nice that they could understand one another, when most people didn’t. A silence fell as her brother went about opening and pouring the wine, the only sound the tuning of the piano, and as she finished getting everything cleaned and prepared ready to cook she smiled at her brother as he came up behind her, embracing her in a tender hug. Her smile only widened at his words, and she paused in her seasoning of the chicken to look at him. She whispered back,<strong>”He can like me all he wants, you know I’m not <em>that</em> easy. But a slumber party sounds good.”</strong>She gave her brother a soft kiss on the cheek. It had been awhile since the siblings had shared a bed, and a while longer since Mikayla had shared a bed with anyone else. The idea of being able to cuddle with someone, especial since they had a new person in the house, was nice. In all honesty, she probably would have wondered over to his bed after everyone was in bed, anyway, just from the uncertainty their new roommate would bring.<br/><br/>She let her brother hold her for a bit as she finished her prep work, but then had to scurry out of his embrace to throw the chicken in the oven. The water had boiled for the potatoes and she tossed them in, covering them. The asparagus would join the chicken a bit later, so now she played the waiting game. Picking up her wine glass, she moved out from the kitchen as Sebastian started to play a sweet melody, which quickly changed into one she recognized instantly. “Fly Me to the Moon” was absolutely her favorite song, and her eyes and smile widened as he looked to her. She couldn’t help herself. Covering the distance between herself and the piano, Mikayla practically swooned as she joined Sebastian by the beautiful instrument, and flawlessly joined in, singing along with the key strokes. Her voice had definitely improved since high school. She had sung beautifully back then, but she had done a lot of work on developing her voice and it showed. Her notes were smoother, her pitch perfect. It was easy for her to lose herself in the song and for a moment, she seemed to forget she had the small audience of her brother and new roommate. It was just her and the song as Sebastian played away.