"Can we just pretend this never happened? That last night never happened?" Peeta pleads, surely as exhausted by the situation as I am.

"I would love more than anything for last night not to have happened." I groan. "It wasn't that good anyways." I mumble on my breath.

If Peeta hears my muttered confession he shows no sign of it. Instead he moves into the living room and turns on the TV. Mindlessly, it seems, he flips through channels.

I move further into the house, away from where Peeta lounges on the sofa, and pull out my phone. I scroll until I find Johanna's contact and press call.

"Katniss?" Johanna's voice is anything but worried. Which it should be based on the fact that I am not home and haven't been all night. "So you took my advice."

"How'd you know? And were you even worried about me at all? What if I'd been killed or kidnapped?" I hiss into the speaker.

She laughs derisively. "Katniss stop being so mellow dramatic. You had a one night stand with a nice guy on the internet. Don't think I didn't stalk his profile. He's not a killer or kidnapper. Just extremely hot and hopefully a good fuck."

"Don't be so crass Jo." I cringe, knowing she'll only get worse if I don't move this conversation elsewhere.

"So are you on your way home?"

"Have you looked outside yet?" I hear the rustle of her duvet and the sound of metal rings sliding as she pulls back the curtains.

"Shit." A short pause before she comes back with concern in her voice. She may act all tough as nails, couldn't care at all, badass bitch but she cares fiercely for a select few. "Kat are you alright? Please tell me you're not trapped in that ol' beater of yours?"

"Worse." I groan. "I'm still at his house."

She breaks out into a fit of uproarious laughter.

"Johanna!" I hiss. "This isn't funny. I'm stuck here and we can barely stand each other. I'm living in hell right now all because you got the ridiculous idea into my head that I needed to get laid! You have to get me out of here!"

It takes a few minutes for her to contain her laughter. "Katniss. We both know there is no possible way that I can rescue you. I've checked the news, the city is nearly shut down. The roads are covered. I can't help you. So until the weather turns around you are stuck there. You may as well make the best of it."

Her voice turns and I can practically hear the smirk on her lips, "You've got a hot man trapped with you to do with as you will. Katniss this is practically a dream. A legitimate excuse to have a mindless and steamy day of endless fuc..."

I end the call. Her advice is completely useless to me and I don't feel like listening to the teasing.

I join Peeta in the living room. Seating myself awkwardly and as far away from him as possible. Not even the meaningless entertainment can distract my mind.

"Lunch?" Peeta speaks up after a morning of uncomfortable silence and endless television.

He disappears into the kitchen for nearly an hour. I spend the time alternating between watching whatever garbage reality tv show is currently playing and staring mindlessly at the endless white outside. Foolishly I'm hoping that maybe if I stare hard enough I can get the snow to stop and this hell can end.

If I knew that the one time I tried a one night stand that everything would go terribly wrong... I think I'd rather have gone without sex for another year.

I hear Peeta call out that food is ready and I make my way into the kitchen, starving and stomach rumbling.

The table is set and two plates filled with delicious potatoes and brussels sprouts that have been roasted with bacon and a juicy, perfectly seasoned pork chop. My mouth is already watering. I can't remember the last time I've eaten such a remarkable home cooked meal. No way Jo or I could cook anything half as incredible as this.

I take my seat and take the first bite. The potatoes are cooked to perfection and the subtle flavors of bacon. I have to repress a moan from just how amazing this food tastes. I've never really understood the word foodgasm till now. Shit, this food is so good and simply eating it brings me pleasure. Now I understand all those who claim to be foodies. I never knew eating could be so good.

"Well at least I can cook." Peeta jokes, clearly it's self-deprecating even though I can tell he's trying hard to hide just how much.

"At least you have that going for you." I murmur.

"I saw you take that first bite." He jabs, "I know you're impressed."

"Don't let it get to your head?" I grumble and continue eating. I try desperately not to convey the deep satisfaction and delight of this delicious meal.

After lunch is cleaned up and we are back to awkwardly sitting around watching tv Peeta pipes up with a suggestion.

"How about a drinking game?" He looks over at me from his spot on the sofa with eyebrows raised.

"A drinking game?" I scoff. "It's just barely past noon." I state pointing at the clock on the wall that reads 12:25.

"Cause we have so many other things to do." He gestures around the room and to the snow covered window.

He gets up off the couch before I can answer and trots down the hallway. I hear him open a closet door and rummage around for a while before retreating back to the living room. "So our choices are Monopoly or Operation?"

The look on my face must reflect how delusional I think he is because he quickly continues.

"I'm apparently not much of a gamer. So it's one of these two or more long hours of painfully awkward silence. Alcohol is really the only saving grace we have right now. So why the hell not?"

A lot of shots later and Operation: The Drinking Game is a lot more fun than I'd anticipated and in a better state of mind I'd realize that it's probably just the alcohol. But being pretty tipsy, probably tottering on the edge of drunk, I am actually having a lot of fun.

The buzzer sounds pulling me back to the game and Peeta groans before taking another shot.

He looks at me critically with those blue eyes slightly clouded by alcohol almost as if trying desperately to figure me out.

"What?" I finally slur after a few awkward moments.

"What did you mean by it wasn't that great?" He tilts his head and damn if it isn't adorable.

Suddenly the words register and his adorable head tilt isn't distracting me anymore. Shit.

"You heard?" I cringe and roll to my back on the cool hardwood of his living room floor.

"Yea I heard. And it's been driving me crazy. From what I heard you were having a great time and I thought it wasn't the worst." He stumbles over his words

"Wasn't the worst. Wow." I sarcastically draw out. "Do you give high praise like that to everyone?"

"Well obviously you weren't exactly honest with me either. Don't act like you're so wounded." He snaps with a pointed stare.

"Well what can I say I've had to become pretty good at faking it or else I'd hurt your sensitive male ego."

"Hurt my ego?" He scoffs. "My ego is just fine thank you. I don't need you to pad it thank you very much. I've had more than enough satisfied women in my bed to make up for your lousy experience sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart." I growl. "And are you sure they were satisfied? I'm not exactly a great actor and I convinced you didn't I?"

He looks a little stunned maybe a little hurt. His eyes slowly drift away, deep in thought.

"Why the hell do you girls do that?" He half shouts into the quiet house, startling me.

"Fake it?" I roll my eyes over to him, he looks pissed as he nods.

"Yea that. Why the hell do you all do that? Why not just be honest? Why is no one honest anymore?"

"Because nothing but pouting comes from it. If we're honest you all just get wounded because you're not some wonder sex god. It's like you put everything on your ability to perform and the minute you're not the 'best we've ever had' you all just shut down."

He's quiet for a while before turning back to me with a smirk, "I have an idea. Let's compare notes."

I start to interrupt but he hushes me.

"No seriously. Apparently we both need a little help in this department so why not help each other out? I mean it's not like we have a lot of other stuff to do."

I blame the alcohol entirely for thinking that this might not be a terrible idea.


A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the short chapter. Just didn't want to keep you all waiting for to much longer. I'll post a longer one soon hopefully! Read and review please, I love to hear from you!