Disclaimer: All stories are individuals of themselves and are unrelated to each other.
After Katniss and Peeta won the 74th Hunger Games a sort of tradition was formed. Every Saturday night Peeta would invite Madge and Katniss would invite Gale, and they'd have game night. Madge was the one who supplied the games, everything from Life to Monopoly. Tonight's game, however, was Sorry, the game of sweet revenge.
Every time Madge picks up a card that doesn't allow her to move out of the home she chews her lip and Gale fails to repress his smirk.
"Next time I get a card that gets me out of home I'll give it to you," Peeta tells Madge before sliding his yellow piece down the board.
"That's cheating," Katniss rolls her eyes, drawing a card and moving her own red piece.
"Madge doesn't have any pieces on the board!" Peeta says. "I feel bad for her!"
"I'll get a card eventually," Madge scrunches her nose.
"We've been playing for half an hour," Gale laughs, drawing a card that allows him out of his home slot. "This just obviously isn't your game, Undersee."
"I'll have you know, Gale," Madge flips a card, finally drawing one that allows her onto the board, "that every game is my game. I just happen to have patience and luck."
"Whatever," Gale watches at Katniss moves her piece forward, "you've still only got one piece on the board."
"Madge always does this," Katniss murmurs, "and then she wins. So watch your mouth, Gale."
"Yeah," Madge smirks. "Watch your mouth, Gale."
Gale raises his eyebrows as he draws his next card, a grin sliding onto his face before he can stop it. "Like I said, Undersee," he lays his card down and nudges Madge's blue piece back into the home area, "this just isn't your game." The card Gale used was able to send anyone back to start. Of course he chose her.
Madge takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth to keep from saying anything. "Gale," Katniss huffs, "that was rude." Gale smirks, finally reveling the fact that he'll win for once.
"That was so uncalled for," Peeta groans. Madge keeps her mouth shut as the game continues on, waiting patiently for another chance to be on the board. When it happens, Gale pulls the same stunt, sending her back to her home space.
"Oh that is it!" she grabs her blue piece in her hand and chucks it at him. "You set this up!"
"I did not!" Gale says back, unable to stop the laughter that spills out of him. Her face is red, her eyes are wide. "You just don't have luck tonight!"
"Gale Hawthorne!" Madge continues to throw her pieces angrily. "You're unbelievable!"
"I didn't set this up!" he laughs again. "Mellark did! He set the board up!"
"But you rigged the cards!"
"Guys," Katniss groans as Madge reaches for the pile of cards, chucking them at the boy across from her.
"Aw, guys," Peeta tries to stop as Gale tosses the cards back. "Come on, this isn't…"
"You just can't deal with the fact that I always beat you!" Madge shouts, dodging his green pieces and throwing them back.
"You just can't deal with the fact that you would have lost!" Gale says back.
"Guys!" Katniss shouts again, the two stop throwing whatever is in their hands and snap their heads to their friend. "Stop it, would you?"
"She started it," Gale mutters, letting the cards slip from his hands.
"I started it?" Madge's eyes widen. "Me?" Gale tips his head into a nod, as a smirk plasters on his face. "Gale Hawthorne, I swear to God…" she picks up another piece and tosses it at him.
"Undersee," Gale catches the piece. "You also don't have very good aim, so I suggest you stop trying to hit me." With that Madge balls her hands into fists, shoving herself from the game board and marching toward the door.
Once the slam echoes through the house Katniss groans. "Can't you two just try to get along?"
"Can't you just stop inviting her?" Gale retorts.
"Don't pretend like you don't like her," Peeta grins. "Without Madge you wouldn't have any fun."
"Shove it, Mellark," Gale pushes himself away from the game board as well, starting toward the door and formulating an apology. Gale would neveradmit to enjoying Madge's presence, whether it was true or not. And it was very true.
A/N: I loved writing this one!