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Madge chews the inside of her cheek as Gale Hawthorne enters the room. It's strange enough to see him not coated in a layer of coal dust, but even more so to see him here, in Peeta Mellark's house.
He doesn't nod or acknowledge her existence, only takes the seat at the other end of the couch. Peeta's too busy rushing back and forth in the kitchen to have realized that he's entered.
Gale finally turns to Madge when he realizes Peeta won't be back for a bit. "So it's just us?" he asks, his face taking on a scowl.
"No," Madge replies softly. "Delly should be here soon."
"Gag me," Gale mutters under his breath. Not only is he against planning a surprise birthday party for Katniss who he knows is going to hate it, Gale's against being around other people. Especially townies. "Delly Cartwright?"
"She's the only Delly I know," Madge murmurs back, amused at his expression. Gale drops his head into his hands and rakes his fingers across his face. "What, you don't like Delly?"
"No offense," Gale pulls his head up, "but I don't like people from town."
"Fair enough," Madge notes. "I almost thought we had something in common."
Gale smirks before he can stop himself. "You don't like Cartwright?"
The blonde shrugs, lounging back in her seat. Her eyes scan the room to make sure Peeta is preoccupied and won't be listening. "She kind of irks me."
"No kidding."
"I had this dream once," Madge says, fighting the smile from her lips. "God, it was right after she really made me mad." Gale, not interested in the dream whatsoever, turns away from her and begins to study the walls. He still isn't used to being in a Victor's house. "I killed her."
Gale's head snaps back to Madge Undersee faster than humanly possible. For the first time all day he's grinning. "That so?" Madge nods, pulling on the tips of her hair. "And how'd you manage that?"
"Oh, it wasn't simple," Madge beings. Gale leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and widening his eyes, urging her to continue. "She squirms, so it was hard to tie her hands up. Rope burns after awhile, too, so that was unpleasant."
"Please tell me you used duct tape."
"Well you'd have to if you wanted to shut her up," Madge laughs. "She wouldn't stop screaming."
Gale leans back, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're something, you know. Planning to kill your own friend in cold blood."
"I didn't plan to kill her," Madge murmurs, though she's smiling. "It just happened."
"So if you were planning to kill her, all this information would just so happen to be in handy?" Madge nods, shrugging innocently. "So you'd tie her hands behind her back –"
"And her ankles," Madge interjects.
"Okay, you'd tie her wrists and ankles together and duct tape her mouth. Then what?"
"Kill her, obviously." Madge doesn't want to get into the details. It's all fun and games after all, nothing serious.
"You're stuck with a body," Gale notes pointedly, raising his eyebrows and waiting for her to continue.
Madge scoffs, "I'm the mayor's daughter, it'd be easy enough to hide a body."
She almost expects him to tease her about her wealth or angrily mutter something about her father. Only Gale doesn't, he just asks, "And if that fails?"
Madge smirks, "I guess I know who to call then." Gale's eyes brighten as she licks her lips, nodding her head toward him.
"Guys," Peeta rushes in to the room, obviously distressed. "Delly's nice. Besides, I'd appreciate it if you didn't plan a murder in my living room."
"We're not planning." Madge sniffs, crossing her arms. "We happen to need this information just in case."
Madge sits upright in her seat when a voice chimes in, "Just in case what?"
Gale snorts, turning to the bright smiling girl who just entered the room. "Don't you worry about it, Cartwright," he says, his eyes glazing over with mirth.
"Good," Delly cheers, "Because I've got some great ideas! I happen to know that Katniss loves it when…" just as Gale goes to tune her out he witnesses Madge rolling her eyes, but forcing a believable smile to her friend. He bets she wishes she had duct tape.
A/N: Somebody requested this a reaaaaaaaally long time ago as a joke I'm pretty sure but the idea was always so silly, Gale and Madge planning to kill Delly. I actually love Delly, and this was all a joke. No hard feelings! Lots of fun to write.