Katniss is now on her way to see Gale, her hopes and dreams are coming true, well as long as she doesn't drink, sit, or move too much in that tight dress her friends managed to shrink wrap her in. Remember this is part of the show...and Everlark is always the goal.

Thank you to Kleeclutch for that awesome banner, I still can't believe you drew that. Also to Alliswell21, this story wouldn't have been half as fun with out you. Besos Y Abrazos!

Ps...I do not own the Hunger Games or Bridget Jones...

The night was beautiful, it was the kind of evening one saw in the movies. Twinkling lights above, the bustling movement of the city and lovers walking to their dates. For once Katniss wasn't watching it from home on the television she was in it, to see a hot guy. Normally her nights involved going down to the nearest watering hole to get drunk with her friends.

A low whistle caught her attention.

"Hey, baby!" The cat call made Katniss grin.

She gave the guy a smoldering look over her shoulder. Katniss felt hot as she walked through the busy streets, this was a whole new world for her. Her last date took her to the early dinner specials and she'd arrived at the restaurant just as a bus of Geriatrics was arriving. Her date claimed there was nothing wrong with the bland tasteless food. Nothing a shipment of salt couldn't solve. That was the past and Gale was her future.

Katniss stopped in her tracks when she saw Gale standing by the entrance of the bookshop. He was devastatingly handsome. She watched a bike messenger drop off the skirt Finnick had sent earlier. Gale laughed when he saw what was inside the package he just received before he spotted her.

"Dear Diary:

Queue the music. Let "Am I The Same Girl" by Barbara Aklin fill the air as I walk sexily toward him. Oh, how do those lyrics go, oh yeah... "Why don't you stop and look me over…"

That's right Gale Hawthorne, I'm HOT STUFF!"

"Well hello there! I see the girls came out to play instead!"

"I think they are responsible for the skirt." Katniss pointed to box he held in his hands. She remembered what her friends said, to remain friendly and flirty. She was to be charming and present. She was not to bore people with details, and she was NOT to get drunk!

"Well, allow me to escort all of you around," Gale said opening the door for her. But as she stepped inside, she ran into a wall of solid muscle.

"Katniss?"

She looked up to see Peeta Mellark dressed like James Bond. Her mouth went dry.

"Catnip, you okay?" Gale asked before looking up.

"Hawthorne," Peeta greeted icily.

"Mellark, what are you doing here? I thought you were opening up a bakery back in your home district."

"Well, I came out to the Capitol to support Beetee on his big night." Peeta stood stiffly.

Katniss saw they were frosty with each other. Almost like two male lions sizing each other up. She had no idea both of them ran in the same circles, somehow, Peeta and Gale didn't coexist very well in her head.

"I'm going to find the ladies room." She walked away as fast as she could, to escape the pissing contest.

When she came out of the bathroom, she lost track of time looking at some of the books on display, she was surprised when Peeta stepped by her side.

"So, did you run around naked in his yard as well?" He asked staring straight at the books.

Katniss felt her face turn beet red, her heart felt like it wanted to stop beating altogether. She recalled her friend's instructions to remain charming, even if she didn't feel like it. "No. He's a writer who frequents the library where I work."

"Oh," He responded. "How long have you been with him?"

"It's our first date." Katniss was proud of that statement, recalling her poor performance the last time they saw each other. She wasn't a complete loser. She was about to prove it!

"I see," Peeta mused. He got closer, his breath tickled her ear and she shivered in delight. "Gale's tastes always did match my own. In college, we used to go after the same type of girls, beautiful, alluring."

His cryptic words caused her to wonder what he meant by that. He didn't like her. Did he mean to say she wasn't Gale's type? She pushed away from him staring darkly into his face. She lost balance, his hand went around her waist and brought her closer to him to steady her. She was paralyzed in his arms, staring at him with wide shocked eyes.

She questioned why his blue eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky.

He smelled so good, like warm spices. She fought some primal instinct to haul him to a darkened corner and have her way with him. She wondered why was she so attracted to a man who thought so very little of her. This sobering thought caused her shrink away from him, which in turn caused him to remove his hand from where it was perched.

She stood straighter. "I guess his tastes have improved." There! She could carry an intelligent conversation! She could be clever while defending herself.

"Katniss," Peeta started.

She wanted to rant against him, but recalled what Delly said about her scowling when she found something annoying. She quietly looked down at her booted feet to school her face. She reminded herself to behave like a lady, "I have to go find Gale now. Excuse me."

As she turned to walk away, he grabbed her arm stopping her. His words were rushed, low and urgent. "Good luck on your date, Katniss. But please, do not, under any circumstances, get drunk. People make dumb mistakes when their inhibitions are stripped off by alcohol."

She opened her mouth then closed it. Her cheeks became inflamed. Angrily she grabbed a flute of champagne and downed it quickly. She didn't want to insult him. With her friend's advice fresh in her mind, she began counting backwards to relax the scowl was surely plastered on her face.

"Of course, your suggestion has been noted. It was lovely meeting you again." Katniss wanted to say more, but instead, she walked away proud that she didn't make a fool of herself a second time, not that she didn't have chances later on.

Three, maybe four glasses of Champagne later, she was trying to push down the hem of her too short dress, when she lost her balance and tore down the life-size poster of Beetee's book. She fell at Peeta's Feet. How was he always so near her when these things happened?

He bent down to help her up, but she was on her feet before he could lay a finger on her. She didn't want to see him mocking her.

Hastily she walked out of the bookshop berating herself for her goof up. She could hear the laughter coming from inside as she headed down the street. She made it to the corner, she could still see the inside of the store as she waited for the crosswalk light to come on.

"Hey, if you wanted a copy of the book I could have purchased one for you." Gale came outside running after her.

Katniss rushed on. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends."

"Nah. Don't worry, they were okay. Now, we can't say the same about the huge cardboard display, although, it did have a happy ending with the skirt."

Katniss was grateful for his light banter. She looked serious before saying, "Oh thank goodness! At least the skirt is happy."

After a moment of lighthearted chuckles, Gale asked, "How do you know that frump, Peeta Mellark?"

"He's my-in-law." Katniss shook her head.

"Oh?"

"Yes, well, his uncle recently married my mother," Katniss explained to a puzzled looking Gale. "Although, we did know each other growing up. We went to the same Elementary School in District Twelve. We were never friends, though."

He took a sip from the Champagne glass he still held, "Oh. Alright."

"How do you know Peeta Mellark?"

"We were in college at the same time." The crosswalk sign lit green.

Katniss recalled the conversation she had with Peeta, "He mentioned that."

"I'm sure he did. We were roommates. What else did he tell you?"

"He said you used to go after the same type of gorgeous girl." Katniss wrapped her arms around herself. A myriad of emotions filtered through her as she relived that moment. She took his glass and finished it's contents.

Gale gave a mirthless chuckle, "Not just the same type. Try the same girl."

When she looked at him confusedly he explained, "I thought Peeta was my best friend. Then he slept with my fiancé a few years back." Gale looked out into the street. "Broke my heart," he gazed at her. "When… I discovered the truth, she ran away with him."

"Oh, I am so sorry." Katniss could see Peeta gazing at them from inside the bookstore. She wanted to flip him the birdie.

Gale asked, "Hey, do you want to get out of here and get some real food?"

"But we didn't see your friend," She pointed to the store.

Gale raised an eyebrow. "It's okay I'll email him, later." He took her hand and led her away. They walked side by side, neither one saying a word.

"It is a great night. Do you want to come to my place?" Gale touched her chin, and she innocently nodded.

He brought her to his place and immediately leaned in to kiss her.

Katniss had been kissed before, each time more disastrous than the last. She waited for his lips and found they were warm, but they did not stir up her libido as Madge said it would. She moved in further to his body, to see what she could feel. They somehow landed on his floor. That's when the liquor hit her system. She giggled.

"Katniss, are you drunk?"

She looked at him and shook her head. She held up four fingers as she spoke, "I only had one Champagne flute."

He looked at her face. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm nervous," she confessed.

"About?" He looked at her curiously.

"This. I'm not exactly a sex fiend, you know." Katniss hiccupped.

Gale stood up and offered his hand. "Come on kid."

"You're kicking me out, aren't you?" She pouted.

"Nope. I'm tucking you into bed. You're in no condition to leave."

"Thank you," Katniss whispered when she was tucked into his spare bedroom.

He sat on the side of the bed, "For what?"

Katniss murmured as she fell asleep, "For not taking advantage of me."

"Dear Diary,

Gale is a gentleman! Despite my drunken state, Gale did not take advantage of me. I woke up to a fresh cup of coffee and the offer of a warm bath. He even lent me some of his younger brother's clothing to make my way home. He called me two days afterwards, which my friends assured me was a good sign. We are going to coffee and a book club tonight. Crossing my fingers all goes well. Tonight I will not get drunk. I will not make spectacle of myself!

In the meantime, I can proudly say I have avoided the free pizza at Gym! I go purely to exercise... And to stare Cato, the Spinning instructor's bum."