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"I didn't know people still needed to get their wisdom teeth pulled," Gale mutters as Katniss deposits Madge on the couch.
"It's not her fault her parents took the traditional approach," she snaps at him. Madge is swaying and has a sideways smile on her face. "I know you don't exactly like Madge,"
"She drives me insane!" Gale cuts her off.
Katniss narrows her glare, "You agreed to do this for me." She rushes toward the door, "I have to go to a meeting. Watch her, please." Then Katniss was gone, slamming the door behind her. Gale groans and looks toward Madge who is still swaying.
"Everything's really spinny," she says. "Even you."
"It's because you're hyped on laughing gas," Gale says, plopping into the chair across from her. "How do you feel?" Madge starts laughing and falls over on her knees. Gale can't resist smirking.
"I feel great!" she shouts. "We should go running sometime. Like now." She goes to stand but Gale rushes over and pushes her back down. "Gale, let's go running."
"You can't go running right now," he says gently trying to suppress his grin. "Maybe later if you're still up for it." He sits next to her this time and she starts laughing again. "What now?"
"They pulled out my teeth," she giggles. "Teeth."
"Teeth," Gale repeats slowly.
"Teeth!" Madge shouts. "It's the best word ever! It's like purple."
"Purple?" Gale raises an eyebrow.
"Puuuur-pool." She giggles into her hands. "Purple."
"You're ridiculous," he shakes his head. "You know that, right?"
"Why ya hate me?" she asks, lounging back on his couch and kicking her feet up over his lap. "I don't hate you."
"What does this have to do with purple," he mumbles, lightly pushing her feet off of him.
She laughs again. "Purple." There's a pause as she turns to him. "Gale, I have the best idea."
"Madge I already said we're not going running…"
"Who said anything about running?" she throws her arms in the air and sits up. "We should get married."
"Oh my God," Gale laughs. "You're never getting teeth pulled again. Madge, we're not going to get married."
"Why not?" she pouts her lip. "That's what people do when they hate each other."
"I don't hate you, Undersee," Gale says.
"Even more reason to get married!" she jeers with a smile. "Please! Weddings are fun!" She crawls across the couch and grabs his arm, nuzzling into it. "You know you want to," she says behind a yawn. "Does laughing gas make people sleepy?"
"I don't know," he says, his arm slowly wrapping around her. "You should rest, though. We can talk about weddings when you wake up."
"Okay," she says happily, clinging tighter to his arm. "Goodnight Gale, I love you a lot."
"Yeah, yeah," he groans. "Can't wait to tell Katniss about this one." He looked down at the blonde nestled against him and sighed, pushing her bangs out of her face. "Night, Madge."
A/N: Request of Madge being on some sort of anesthesia.