Wow so it's been awhile. Sorry! This was inspired by The Heat. If you have seen the movie you will know right away. This is just a quick write up because I feel so awful about not having been on so apologies in advance.

Everything seems so... bubbly. A hiccup escapes my throat as I watch Glimmer and Clove stumble over themselves towards the booth I'm currently in. I feel a bile rise up from somewhere in my stomach and find myself leaning back, pushing into the soft fabric seat. That was close.

Scoot over. Words echo in my head and my brain is telling my body to move but my body seems to be getting its orders delayed. My brain seems to function normally, maybe even better then usual, but what has been given to my mind has been taken from my body.

"Look! Look! Look" Babbles the blonde to the left of me, she's close enough I can smell the alcohol on her breath. Or maybe that's just me. My head lazily droops to the side so I can get a good look at her. Blinking, I shake my head and open my eyes again. Am I really this drunk? Or does Glimmer really have her nose taped to her forehead? She snorts and she shakes her head, flipping her hair this way and that. "Lookatdmeh" the words slur together like they're still stuck on her lips.

A loud sounds escapes me, coming from somewhere deep inside me. Not till I look around, at Clove and Willow, that I realize it's a laugh. It's me laughing. Holy shit. Am I always that obnoxious? Hmm, I don't even care. No one else does either, as they are just as loud. Falling over each other in attempt not to fall out of their seats.

Soemthing is put into my hands and it takes me just a second longer then normal to find that it's a tape roller. Where the fuck did they even get this? I try to get a nice long piece of tape and stick it to my finger before gingerly giving Clove the tape roll. Steadying my hands I try to stick the tape to my nose and my forehead but it just flails saddly.

Willow leans over the table and grabs one end of the tape, pinching my nose before smacking the other end of the tape to my forehead she says "ya ought to pinch it". Her tongue sticks out as she does the "finishing touches".

I don't really remember anything after that.

The sound of a drum pounds from one side of my head to the other. My hands flys up to my forehead before I can even open my eyes. My head is throbbing, oh lord it hurts. I open my eyes slowly but that doesn't help much because light is streaming through a large window on the wall in front of me.

"Ughrrr" what the hell happened last night? "Where am I?" I mumble opening my eyes again so they have to adjust to the light. Powder blue walls, white trimming, large windows lead me to believe we're in Willow's house. Peeta lays on the other side of the couch I'm on, head lolled back and snoring even though his mouth is wide open.

A pink cheeked raven haired girl storms out of a long hallway somewhere. She holds her arms crossed around her chest, her feet bare of shoes or socks, slapping harshly across the wooden floor boards. Her hair is thrown this way and that, tosseled like she just got out of bed and she didn't have time to throw it up. The most striking thing about her wasn't her stomping or her eyes (which were in slits) but the plaid flannel she wore which was more then 2 sizes to big- I assume she's not wearing anything under it. She could see me staring at her but refuses to look over. She sees me, there's not much Clove misses, but she won't look at me. She opens the kitchen door and slams it behind her, a added message of 'leave me alone'. The throbbing in my head increases a few moments.

I kick Peeta awake.

"Huh? Ergerhaba" Peeta's eyes fly open and he sits up. "Oh, look who's awake." He smiles at me sweetly. I make a puking a face in response, if I talk I'd probably sound like a smoker but I guess I'm going to have to anyway.

Clearing my throat I ask "What's Clove's problem?" He looks towards the long hallway immediately but his eyes flicker back to me soon enough. He shrugs, but playing innocent.

"Pee-" My voice cuts itself off as Cato walks out from the long hallway. Peeta sinks lower in his seat.

Cato is smiling to himself, which is always a bad sign. Bounces lightly on his feet, in nothing but sweatpants. He looks up at us a smirks with a small wave before he jogs over to the kitchen door, slipping in quickly.

My heart sinks into my stomach and my eyes lock on Peeta's.

"They didn't...?" Peeta doesn't say a word just shrugs. He must've known though, why else would he have looked toward the halls entrance when I asked about Clove? He knows he's partially responsible, that's what he doesn't want to admit. "PEETA!" I kick him again, even though I'm just as to blame. He just smiles back at me. "When did we come home last night?"

"3:28 am. We had to cover for you guys, Effie about exploded when she saw you four pull up in a taxi. Marvel said you guys just had to make a quick run to the store for us and didn't wanna wake them up with the garage. You guys would have been in deep shit."

"Marvel covered for us?" A giggle runs up my throat and out of my mouth. Marvel, knight in armor disguised as stupid fluffy airhead.

"Yeah, you guys had tape on your faces. I'm pretty sure the taxi driver almost pissed himself"

Alright, so this didn't really turn out like I thought it would but here you go.