So, on the poll, there was a three-way tie between Alexander/Alexandra, Blake, and Riley. I removed all the other names as options, so if you voted for one of the others, please go back and vote on one of those three names. Otherwise I'll just have to pull the name out of a hat!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Last time: Johanna's POV

"Not so fast," I tell them. "Now, that the parents are gone, it's time we have a little fun."

"What do you mean?" Peeta asks me, sounding concerned.

"We're playing strip poker."

Katniss's POV

"We are not playing strip poker," I say.

"No, we are definitely playing strip poker," Johanna corrects.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Annie agrees with me.

"I played Trivial Pursuit with you bitches. You are playing strip poker with me," Johanna insists.

"I'm actually pretty tired," Peeta adds. "Maybe we should just go to bed."

Johanna pouts. "Oh, come on! It's fun! Haven't any of you ever played before?"

Finnick leans against the wall. "Johanna's actually right. I played all the time in college. Playing strip poker with my frat is some of the most fun I've ever had."

Annie sighs. "I suppose I could give it a go."

I frown. "I'll play if Peeta does."

All eyes turn to him. He exhales loudly. "Oh, alright."

Johanna smiles victoriously and pulls a deck of cards out of her pocket. "I'm going to destroy you bitches."

Gale's POV

The first thing I see when I step in the house is a bunch of half-dressed people playing cards. Johanna shoes and button-up have been discarded on the floor, thankfully she's wearing a tank top. Finnick is bare-chested and bare-footed. Peeta's shoes and belt are off. Katniss's shoes, socks, and cardigan are lying underneath her chair. Annie's only missing one of her sandals.

"Strip poker?" I ask. I'm met with five nods. "Deal me in," I say, pulling up a chair.

"That's the spirit," Johanna praises as she deals me five cards.

"Yes, well I love poker," I say.

As it turns out, I also suck at it. It seems to be a race to see who's going to get naked first-Finnick, Johanna, or me? At the moment, I only have on an undershirt and boxers; Johanna's just wearing a tank top, her bra, and boy shorts; Finnick's clad only in his boxer-briefs.

There's a showdown going on between Katniss and Johanna.

"Four eights," Johanna eventually puts down.

Katniss grins. "Royal flush, bitch."

Johanna glares before reaching around behind her back, unhooking her bra, and pulling it out the the sleeve.

Within the next five minutes, I lose my pants, so the next time Johanna, Finnick, or I lose, we'll be showing our . . . private parts. And it's not looking good for Finnick.

"Alright, put 'em down," Johanna says.

Annie gives Finnick a sympathetic look. "Full house with aces on top."

"Fuck," Finnick curses as he puts down his flush.

Before Finnick can . . . do anything, Katniss says, "I think it's about time we all go to bed, isn't it?"

We all readily agree, and head to bed, in various stages of undress.

Annie's POV

"So, what do you think about this one?" Finnick asks me, as he pulls up the pictures of a small, two-bedroom home.

I bite my lip. "Well, it's cute. It's just-" I pause looking for the right word.

"Over a half hour away from where we work and in a shitty school district," Finnick suggests.

"Something along those lines, yeah," I say. "I really don't want to sound high-maintenance. I just want to find some place that just . . . fits. You know what I mean?"

Finnick smiles at me, and pulls me onto his lap. "Of course I do. We're going to raise a child in whatever house we decide on. It's going to be the house we bring him or her home to for the first time. I want it to be perfect two." He kisses my cheek and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Ugh, get a room," Johanna groans as she comes in and collapses on the couch. "I want to watch Pawn Stars."

"Have I ever told you much I hate that show?" Finnick asks.

"Have I ever told you how I don't give a fuck," she says, turning on the TV.

"Well, aren't you fun?" Finnick mutters sarcastically. He turns his attention back to me. "You hungry?"

I shrug. "A little."

"I'm gonna make a fast food run. Craving anything?" he questions.

"French fries would be nice," I tell him.

"As you wish," he says, standing up.

"I'm still so glad you watched The Princess Bride," I tell him, joining Johanna on the couch.

"I swear it's one of the best movies I've ever seen," Finnick informs me as he grabs his keys. "I'll be back in fifteen."

"I'll miss you," I say. Johanna sticks her finger down her throat.

"You guys are gross," she announces. "Really gross. Like, even more gross than Wesley and Buttercup."

"Wesley and Buttercup are the best onscreen couple I've ever seen," I defend.

"They're way too in love," Johanna insists. "I want to see a realistic couple. One that actually fights."

"Finnick and I don't fight," I say.

Johanna laughs. "Give it a couple months. You'll be a hippopotamus, complaining constantly about your aching feet, and making him run to the grocery store in the middle of the night to get you ice cream."

"That's not true," I defend.

"Pregnancy sucks. It's going to happen," Johanna tells me. "And back to Wesley and Buttercup, they probably got so tired of each other after the movie ended. They aren't the type of couple who knows how to face their problems, and that causes problems."

"I cannot have this conversation with you," I announce. "I'm going to go talk to someone who actually appreciates a beautiful couple."

Peeta's POV

"Yeah, I've seen The Princess Bride, why do you ask?"

Annie smiles at me. "Well, I was just talking to Johanna, and she said that she thought Wesley and Buttercup were an unrealistic couple who couldn't work out. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"Of course," I say immediately. "They're meant to be."

Annie's face lights up. "I knew you'd agree with me."

I grin at her. "Muffin?" I offer.

"No thanks, Finnick's getting me french fries."

"You sure?" I ask. You're eating for two now."

I weigh my options-I really shouldn't have both, but Peeta makes really good muffins.

"Alright," I say. "But just one."

He hands it to me. "So, how's the house hunt coming?"

I sigh. "Not great. I think we should hire a realtor."

"This friend of mine-Madge Undersee-she's a realtor. I could give her your number."

"Undersee? Like the mayor?" I ask.

"Yeah, she's his daughter."

"That'd be really helpful, Peeta. Thanks!"

So, this was kind of a filler, but next chapter is going to be pretty important! So, please review and vote on the poll!