A/N: Hey guys! First off, thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far! You guys are amazing! Secondly, it may be a little confusing as far as Rory's age goes. Peeta's birthday is late in the year while Rory's birthday is early, so I'm saying Peeta's birthday would have been around December, while this story is taking place in January of the next year, Rory's birthday would have just passed. I forgot for a moment that the drinking age in the US is 21. I live in Canada and our drinking age is 19, thus that's what I'm use to. So yes.. sorry if anyone was a bit confused. My cousin and I have birthdays like that, he was a year younger than me in terms of schooling, but we're actually only 5 months apart, I just happened to be born the year before him.

On a side note, chapters will probably get longer as the story progresses. I feel odd not writing longer ones right now, but I'm ending the chapters where I feel the chapter should end, for now.

As a reminder, reviews mean another chapter! More reviews means another chapter will be out!

Girl Like You

Chapter 3

One, two, three. Another shot down of the smooth golden tequila and the lime is between my lips before you can even start to count. I watch the group on the dance floor, grinding, swaying, and laughing while they dance to the sultry club music. Normally I'd be out there by now, making a fool of myself with them but tonight was a little different.

My eyes stay on her swaying body, watch her jean clad hips sway seductively while she dances with Johanna, the two of them were putting on quite a show for everyone. I watch every time as her black shirt ride up to expose the light olive skin beneath it, hips exposed to me when she raises her arms over her head. The sweat gleams on her forehead and on the skin of her chest. How I wish I was the sweat that caressed her skin so easily right now.

I watch her and Johanna grind against each other and I want nothing more than to be in the short haired brunette's place right now. I watch them hug and laugh when the music melts into another beat. They've stopped dancing and are making their way back over. The others are following behind them and I watch as Gale whispers something to them before heading to the direction of the washrooms. I look down to the two full shots I still have, averting my eyes from her before she notices I've been staring this entire time.

The group of them take their spots on the stools around the table once more, joining me again. They're all breathless and smiling. Endorphins always run high when you're dancing... that's what has gotten me into trouble in the past with girls. I've tried to avoid it since Glimmer.

"Man, you just going to sit there all night looking all brooding and sulky Peeta?" I look over to Finnick who's sitting next to me, taking a swig of his drink. We've moved past beer now and gone on to mixers and shots. I'm a little afraid to get off my stool at this point, I've downed five shots and had four beers before that. Surprising I haven't broken the seal yet.

"Give him a break, his ex is here. We all know as soon as he sets foot on that dance floor she's going to try and be all over him." Delly interjects for me. She's right, but that wasn't the reason I was avoiding it.

"Oh who cares about that bitch, I'll make sure she doesn't come on over here." I laugh at that, Johanna was pretty intimidating for her size. Glimmer was never fond of her. She wasn't really fond of any of my friends.

"Ok, let's finish these drinks and get back out there then. The night is still young!" Finnick yells out and holds out his drink to cheer with everyone. We all clank our drinks together and down them.. in my case another two shots followed by another two limes.

"Wait, Delly, Rory, when are you going to tell Gale? You guys have been acting so distance since he got here. Just tell him the news already." Annie now speaks, she always gets a little more vocal when she's had a few drinks in her.

"Well actually, we have more to tell you guys as well. I guess we'll have to tell him sooner or later especially-"

"What do you have to tell us?" Gale has joined us again. He looks questionly at Delly. Rory stands up and stands next to her, finally wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Gale raises a questioning eyebrow at them.

"Uh, well that was the purpose of tonight. Gale. Delly and I have been dating and uh.. How do we say this. Um.. we're getting married." Rory keeps his eyes locked with his brother's and I can only imagine how this is going to end.

I think it's safe to say that we're all surprised when Gale laughs, even Katniss. I look at her from the corner of my eye, watch as she laughs quietly with the rest of us, when we realize that he's probably known all along about the two of them, the rise and fall of her chest. I look back to my empty glasses in front of me before I stare any longer at her.

"Well the marriage part is surprising but I already knew about you two. If that's all I think we need to-"He gets cut off from a very inebriated Johanna.

"A toast to our dear friends on finally getting engaged. What a way to start it off guys! CHEERS!" She is all about to cheer her cup when she finally noticed it was empty. "Hey, what is this shit? Hey! Hey bartender lady! We need a round of jello shooters here pronto!" I feel the need to hide my head in my hands while the woman shouts out. If I was bad with alcohol it was nothing compared to Johanna when she was wasted. I hear the rest of our group go back to chatting as Johanna shoves her way to the bar to get us our shots. I see movement from between my fingers and notice that I'm now sitting next to Katniss. Gale had moved to sit closer to Rory and Delly, which in turn made him closer to Annie and Finnick as well, with them being the couples.

I drop my hands away from my face, trying to sit as straight as I could and peak at her. She's swaying a bit to the music as she takes in the crowds before looking at me. I hear her fingers tap on the table as she takes me in, I don't think I've ever felt so self conscious in front of a girl before, ever.

"Have we met before?" Her voice reaches my ears yet I have problems taking in the words. I'm caught up in her eyes and realize it was a question she asked me. I try to think about it for a minute when the words register. She's quirked an eyebrow at me now. I've been staring again.

"Uh- nope. Don't think so. I usually remember the people I meet." Lie. We've kind of met, you probably just don't remember, I was just another awkward idiot who stared at you while you walked away. Bumping into someone randomly on the street doesn't really count as meeting.

"Hm, you just look oddly familiar for some reason. Hm, oh well. So what do you do.. Peter?" I nearly fall off my stool when she gets my name wrong. Clearly I hadn't even made an impression on her at all tonight since she remembered every body else names.

"Peeta actually, and I'm an artist." I see her face flush in embarrassment when I correct her mistake. She nods and looks me over once more.

"For being an artist, you look pretty rich. I hear people are age trying to become aspiring artists make pennies." It most cases this was true. I was an exception. Talent wasn't easy to come by. Luck was even harder to come by.

"Most people our age don't own their own galleries." I see her raise an eyebrow once more and her mouth forms an O. She nods and then smiles my way, I want nothing more than to taste those lips right now.

"Sounds like you're quite established then." She laughs a little and then turns away. I want to keep talking to her. I want to hear her laugh again. Her voice really was music to my ears. Cheesy, I know.

"What are you doing in New York?" It's the first question on my mind. I want to know as much about her as possible.

"I'm studying anthropology at Columbia, mostly focusing on Sociocultural Anthropology actually. That's how Johanna and I met." It's more than I expected her to tell me, but I file the information away under 'Katniss' in my mind for later.

"Well you picked a good school to go to. My brother, Louis, went there to get his degree in Architecture. Said it was the best school he could have ever gone to." Louis was the first of us three boys, putting him at twenty-eight. Then there was Marks, who was twenty-six. Then me. The age gap between us had always put us at odds, by the time I was six Louis was already a teenager. I hadn't been able to spend as much time with them growing up as I would have liked back then. I like to think we're closer now.

"That's what I've heard. Hey um.. you want to dance? I mean, you don't have to. It's quite fun out there." Would she dance with me the same way she did with Johanna? Would I get to feel the skin that was exposed earlier when she raised her arms up? I feel myself hardening at the thought and have to push down the thoughts.

"Sure. Why not?" I flash her a grin. For all intense and purpose I was quite calm on the outside, my inner mind was a whole different story. If it could reflect physically right now, let's just say this club would be up in smoke and total chaos would be ensuing by now.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I have here enough shots for us to have four each. Pick your colours, shoot them back, and lets get out on that dance floor, shall we?" Speak of the devil. It was going to be a long night and I wondered who'd be the first to drop out for the evening.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Ugh, the noise. It's slowly bringing me out of my slumber and into the world where there's noise and light. More than my head can handle. I fling a hand over to hit the annoying alarm and roll over onto my side again, snuggling back in to the warm that's body next to me.

Wait. Why was there another body beside my own in my bed?

I don't dare open my eyes as I feel the body shift next to me, moving closer to my now naked body, something I have just realized. I feel the smooth skin brush against me as the back cuddled into my chest. Who was this? I try to go back to the previous night, how had I gotten home? Taxi? Who had come with me? Oh god, I don't remember anything. As far as the night went, a lot of it was blank after Johanna had come with those shots. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I drink so much.

I dare to peak an eye open finally, the morning sun is bright and painful. My head throbs as I open my eyes fully. Ugh. I look next to me, see the head pressed against my chest.

I don't know how I don't notice it right away. That long, dark braid of hers between our bodies that is. Now really, what the hell happened last night?

TBC...

A/N: So what do you guys think? There's a ways to go in this plot. Just thought I'd change up the usual and give it a little twist. Leave comments when you read. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!