"Seriously Katniss. Are you fucking kidding me?" Johanna shouts as she barges into our shared apartment. "Have you even moved since this morning? I swear you are planted exactly in the same spot." She slams the door and kicks off her shoes.

"I have moved." I grumble.

"Going to take a piss doesn't count brainless." I try to throw a pillow at her but she dodges out of the way.

"Don't waste another minute on that asshole. He's not fucking worth it." She lectures.

"You're very foul mouthed today."

"I blame you. You have made the whole apartment a very moody place. He's not even worth it."

"I know." I groan into the couch cushions. "I just can't believe he's marrying her already. Hell, this time last year he had only just broken our engagement. Then not even a week after he left me he was dating her. And now they are already getting married! I waited three years for him to marry me and he just kept delaying it until he finally decided it wasn't worth it. I wasn't worth it."

Johanna slams down on the couch beside me. "Fuck him. Fuck Gale, he was a stupid asshole. And fuck Madge too."

I let out a choked laugh. "If only she wasn't so damn wonderful. It would be easier to hate her if she was a bitch and if they weren't so damn perfect for each other."

"I'll drink to that!" Johanna races to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine. With glasses in hand she returns and pours two very full glasses of wine.

"Bottoms up." She hands me a glass and we both take very large gulps.

"You know what you need..." She trails off for a moment and I'm afraid to ask. "A good old fashioned one night stand. Just a great night of meaningless sex with a hot guy you'll never have to see again.

You need to get Gale out of your system. And you haven't had sex in over a year!"

"That is a terrible idea Jo!"

"If you say so. Now I am going out tonight. I think I'll take my own advice and find a nice piece of ass to bring home tonight! You wanna come out?" She makes her way into her room, no doubt to change into something skimpy and club appropriate.

"No I think I'll stay home and spend some quality time with Netflix."

"Suit yourself." She emerges in a very small black cutout dress.

Long after Jo leaves and over half the bottle of wine is gone I'm sitting in front of the computer chastising myself for even entertaining Jo's idea. I'm setting up a profile on an online dating website with a specific interest in one night stands. And all the while I'm reminding myself how stupid this is...but I'm not stopping either. I'm a true idiot.

When the profile is made I have a small heap of possible matches. I quickly close my computer and chastise myself yet again. I turn my attention back to Netflix and my bottle of wine.

A full glass later and I tentatively open my computer again.

What harm could this really do anyways? After all I'm single and horny as hell. It would be good to let off some steam. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss sex a lot.

I drum my fingers rapidly against my chin and worry my bottom lip between my teeth. This is a bad idea, seriously what am I thinki...

Ping!

My heart thunders in my chest as I stare down at the new message alert on my screen.

"Hey sexy. DTF?"

Seriously? That's the big opener...

"My name is Cato. 8.5 inches in case you're wondering."

Ick. Definitely not him.

"Not wondering. Goodbye."

Blocked.

Well damn. Off to a great start. I toss my computer to the side in frustration.

Twenty minutes later and I hear another ping. I ignore it for a while but the pings become incessant. I reluctantly give in and pull my laptop back into my lap.

"Hey there gorgeous."

"Hard to get huh? Don't you know guys love that."

"Your profile pic is amazing."

"You should know I love a tease. ;)"

"I'm not giving up beautiful lady. You may as well talk to me."

"One word. Persistence."

He keeps going. He really is persistent. I'll give him that.

"You really don't give up easy." I tap out.

"Video chat? I'd love to hear if your voice is as beautiful as your face."

Suddenly a call comes in and hesitantly I accept.

"Hey there good looking." I instantly freeze and my blood begins to boil.

"Finnick! What the hell!" My friends cackling face appears on the screen.

"Finnick what the hell are you doing on a dating website?"

"Jo told Annie about this ridiculous scheme. Annie texted me...and I jumped at the opportunity to see the live show." He laughs.

"Fuck you. Fuck Johanna! And we might as well throw Annie in there too! Is my love life just a joke for everyone to enjoy?"

"No. Just me. Jo and Annie both think that online dating is a great idea for you. They're hopeful and they really think this could help you get out of your funk. Me... well I wasn't invited to girls night so I'm bored and wanted a laugh."

"You are a giant asshole Finnick."

"I think it'll be good for you too kitty. You need to get Gale out of your system or you'll never move one."

"Goodbye Finnick." I growl before aggressively ending the call.

Netflix and wine calls to me again and I take a large gulp trying to calm the anger raging inside me.

When the next ping goes off I really just want to ignore it. It's probably Finnick again.

I chance a cursory glance at my computer screen to see what smart ass thing Finnick has to say. To my surprise it's not the same web handle Finnick was using.

A simple message awaits. "Hey."

"Hey." Fingers crossed that he's not another dick.

"How are you?"

How am I? That right there is a loaded question with a myriad of answers.

"Well I am home alone on a Friday night with only my Netflix, a bottle of wine, and a dating website to keep me company. How about you?"

"Same. Except substitute the wine for baked goods. I'm eating my single sorrows away."

"Jealous. I could really go for a delicious pastry. I had pizza pops for dinner."

"Ugh...I feel bad that you had to eat that garbage."

"Pizza pops aren't garbage! They are a delicacy."

"Oh please. The thought makes me cringe. You've obviously never tasted a good pastry. I promise you that a good homemade dough is a thousand times better than your 'pizza pop' crap."

"Well I'm a shit baker and cook so my pizza pop crap is all I have."

I don't know why but normally I would be peaked that he keeps criticizing me food choices but I find myself really enjoying this conversation. I wonder if that is just a sign of how unsocialized I have become. I guess I must really need some new people in my life if a simple conversation about pizza pops is the most thrilling thing I've had lately. Goodness... I need to get laid.

"Well to bad for you cause I am great at both."

Suddenly an image pops up and my mouth starts to water. A fluffy golden bun covered in savoury melted cheese.

"That's just unfair." I type back trying to stop my mouth from watering.

"See. Even the image of my cheese bun is better than your pizza pop." I can practically feel the smugness radiating through the screen and he deserves it because he's right. That does look a thousand times better than my measly pizza pop.

"I can't even lie that does look better than my pizza pop tastes."

"I knew it :). So what brings you to this website all alone on a Friday night?"

I sigh. I'm really not to keen on telling him all about my pathetic life.

"My roommate planted the idea in my mind. Apparently I need to get out more or in my roommate's words...get laid. And I've had just enough wine to make it seem like a good idea."

"I feel as if I heard a similar speech from my brother."

"Two peas in a pod :)" It's strange, I feel such a connection with him already after just a few minutes chatting. It's nice.

"Would you like to video chat?" He asks after a few moments of silence.

"Sure."

I've barely hit send when my computer is chiming with a call.

I hesitate for a moment before accepting.

The video connects and before I can stop myself a breathy "wow" escapes my lips.

"Sorry?" His face screws up in confusion. Shit his face is gorgeous.

"I didn't say anything." I blow it off, hopefully inconspicuously.

"Your apartment is nice."

"I wish but it's not my apartment. It's my roommate's. I'm practically a squatter." I chuckle awkwardly and look around. Jo's apartment is really nice, definitely not something I could afford on my measly income. "Your place seems pretty nice as well."

He looks behind him at the brick wall. I wonder if it is real brick or it's one of those fake stone facades?

"Thanks." He's gorgeous. He seems nice. The wine has given me courage. Fuck it. Let's go for it. I'm tired of skirting around the reason we're both on here.

"Listen Peeta. Let's quit beating around the bush. We both know why we're on here. You seem like a very nice guy, definitely not a serial killer or anything, and I promise I'm not just some wine drunk white chick. Something in our lives pushed on onto this site so let's just be honest. I'm looking for a one night of meaningless sex. Are you in?"

He looks temporarily dumbstruck. His mouth agape and his eyes wide for a long moment before regaining his composure.

"35 Venice Boulevard. See you soon?" He smiles and the video goes black.

I take one last big gulp of wine before pulling on my boots and winter coat. With the apartment locked I set off towards my old rust bucket of a car. I brush off the light dusting of snow and get in. When the engine groans to life the heat sputters around me. I take one deep reassuring breath.

Here goes nothing.


A/N: Sorry for such a long absence. I broke my computer, literally smashed the screen to hell. But I finally got a new one and I'm back with new stories! I hope you all enjoy.