A/N: Thank you for your reviews! Okay, we have 19 followers, so technically, I should get 19 reviews for each chapter. But I'll go easy on you. When we get to 40 reviews, I'll update the next chapter:) I'm sorry it's short again, but my friend's coming for a sleepover and I thought a short chapter is better than no chapter:)

Disclaimer: Sorry to tell you this, but I don't own the Hunger Games. I know, you're disappointed. I'm sorry:/

Peeta POV

I've been waiting in the restaurant for at least twenty minutes now, and Madge and Katniss still haven't arrived. I'm starting to think this was all a joke when they walk through the door at the exact moment the fan points towards them, making it look like one of those cheesy movies where the girls walk in slow mo with their hair blowing behind them.

Instead, I feel slightly jealous. They walk in my direction, their arms linked and both of them laughing, with gaping mouths and wide eyed stares following them the whole way. Madge looks simple but stunning in a blue maxi dress, black heels and her blonde hair billowing behind her.

Katniss, however, takes away my breath. I start at the top, her beautiful chestnut brown hair in a ponytail, two curls lose. Her eyes are smoky, her lips are glossed which makes me want to reach out and kiss her.

Control yourself, Peeta.

Her white dress with a tutu like skirt, dotted with black daisies, cuts off mid-thigh showing off her tanned legs; and to finish off, a pair of black heels. I grab both girls in a hug when they reach me, glaring at everyone over their shoulders. I hold my arms out and they each link one, giggling.

'Ladies,' I grin, 'Shall we go?'

'We shall,' they both say simultaneously, and I lead them to our table at the back of the room. It's lit with a candle, like all the tables, but ours is carved with swirled patterns and surrounded by white Rue flowers, which Madge said was Katniss' favourite flower.

Yes, Madge knows how I feel about Katniss. She's been giving me tips on how to get Katniss to go out with me; which is why I feel slightly under-dressed in plain black pants and a button up sea blue top that Madge said Katniss would love.

We sit and a waiter immediately makes her way towards us. Katniss and Madge order a bottle of champagne but I just order a coke.

'You're so boring, Peeta!' Madge teases and I smirk.

'Someone has to control you two when you're so drunk you can't see your own hand,' I reason, and Madge nods.

'Got it. Got an answer for everything, that one,' Madge sighs to Katniss, then whispers something in Kat's ear that makes her cheeks blush bright red.

Katniss POV

'And his answer to going out with you would definitely be yes,' Madge whispers in to my ear, making my cheeks heat up rapidly.

I fix my gaze back on Peeta; his blonde curls covering his forehead, sea blue shirt making his amazing eyes pop. His hands fidget nervously so, without thinking, I reach out and take one in my hand. He looks up, surprised, but grins and laces his fingers with mine. My heart pounds but I force a grin, mirroring him. Madge smirks knowingly and I give her a glare.

We look through the menu and when the waitress comes back with our drinks, Peeta and I order lasagne and Madge orders lobster.

Madge and I pour our first glasses of champagne, planning on getting totally drunk this evening. Maybe then I'll have the courage to ask Peeta out; even though it's unlikely he'll say yes when I'm drunk, but at least I'll have got it out there.

By the time our meals arrive, Madge and I have finished our first bottle and order another. We're drinking fast, but who cares? We're more than tipsy at this point, and Peeta is smirking as we eat, possibly guessing what we're going to be like when we're drunk.

He probably won't be surprised.

A/N: Remember, when we get to 40 reviews, you get your chapter! I'm only 12, so I don't know what it's like to be drunk; if you have any tips please let me know!