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She was a giggly drinker.

A lightweight, most definitely, and a giggly drinker. Madge Undersee only had two shots before she was laughing at things that weren't funny, before she was falling over with a smile stretched on her face.

When a fight broke out between two strangers and Madge was biting her lip to keep from bursting into hysterics, Gale knew he had to take her away. He ushered her into another room and shut the door, letting whoever else was out there to deal with the fists that would be flying. The door clicked shut and she slunk onto the closest bed, giggling into her hands.

"That was so silly," she told him, shaking her head and letting her tangled blonde curls spiral around her. "They were fighting over something ridiculous!"

"That wasn't silly, Madge," Gale grumbled. He knew how quickly parties could escalate. First it's a punch, then a knife. After that the police are carrying out a body and arresting everyone on sight. "That was serious." He winced when he heard the sound of a crack. "Is serious," he corrected.

"Oh, come on, Gale! You're too uptight." Madge went to stand but he quickly tugged her back to the mattress. "You need a drink," she said sternly.

Madge might have been a laugher but she wasn't one to slur. In fact, Gale thought drinking made her more articulate.

"No, I don't," he countered. Madge inched over on the mattress and grabbed his hand. He hadn't had a thing to drink in months. Trying to cut back. Trying his dammed hardest not to fall into the alcoholic category. So far so good. He watched as she laced her fingers with his, and then she giggled again. "What are you laughing at?" he wondered as his lips curved into a smile.

"Your hand is so big," she said. "And mine is tiny."

"It's not so tiny," Gale murmured. There was a shattering of something in the hallway and he flinched, tightening the hold Madge made on their hands. "Just a little smaller."

Madge giggled before she ran her thumb over the outside of his hand. "Your hand is warm."

He cocked an eyebrow and his grin widened. "Oh yeah?"

"I like it," Madge said.

"I like you," Gale murmured. She was drunk, it wasn't like she'd remember it in the morning. Only she didn't laugh. She was a giggly drunk and she wasn't laughing. Gale raised his line of vision to her and found Madge staring at him, her azure eyes sharp and focused. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Why aren't you laughing anymore?"

"Because that wasn't funny, Gale," she answered quickly. Madge glanced down at their laced hands and studied the way his fingers locked with hers. "You can't joke about that."

Again he cocked an eyebrow. "Who said I was joking?" Madge attempted to pull her hand away but he held on even tighter. At this point he wasn't sure if he's rather her remember this in the morning or not. "I like you, Madge."

"You're just saying that because I'm drunk," she grunted. Her hand fidgeted in his. "I'm not too drunk."

"I know you're not," Gale admitted. If she was she would've just kept laughing. There was another outburst from out in the hall and Gale let out a deep breath. "I think we should leave. I should get you home before—" His words were cut off as she lurched toward him, pressing her mouth to his. Gale leaped in shock but was quick to realize what was happening and pulled away. "Madge," he murmured. Her lips were warm but they tasted like coconut vodka, and that wasn't how he wanted it to be. "We shouldn't stay at this party," Gale said. Madge's eyes lit up and he shook his head. "No, not like that."

"Gale," she sighed.

"There's a fight going on out there and it's not going to end well, I can feel it."

"You didn't want me to kiss you," she muttered.

"That's not true," Gale responded quickly. Their fingers were still laced, her hand was soft in his. God, that wasn't true at all. "You're drunk, Madge, it doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything?" Madge asked. She shook her head and looked toward the ground. "I'm not drunk, Gale. Buzzed, sure, but I'm completely aware of what I'm doing." Madge let out a deep breath. "I was going to blame it on some liquid courage," she finally said. "But I guess—"

Suddenly, he kissed her again. Madge stopped talking as his lips collided with hers and immediately melted into the kiss, reaching up with her free hand to cup his face and pull him down closer. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and he groaned, gripping her hip tightly. Their hands hastily unlaced so she could grab his shirt in a clump, pulling him flush against her and deepening the kiss.

Before Gale even had a chance to realize that he was kissing Madge Undersee the bedroom door swung open and in ran Katniss. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide. "Cops are here," she breathed. "We have to clear out." She disappeared at once, leaving them alone again.

He dipped down quickly and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, leaving Madge with pink cheeks and a tiny smile. "Let's go," he whispered.

They left hand in hand, Madge giggling as they went.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CELESTE I LOVE YOU GO GET TIPSY BABY