A/N Yoooooooo. So please if any of y'all have any ideas please tell me in the reviews or PM me. Pleeeeeeeaaaaase? Anywazy, I know I didn't make it super clear in the last chapter but Gale drove Katniss's car home. I didn't write it (I probably should have) but she texted him and he got it. So yeah. That's all for this boring headnote! Thank you so much for clicking and enjoy!

Gale and I hop out of my truck and make our way towards Finnick's house. I can already hear the loud music blaring through the walls and windows. Finnick's parents are both in some sort of real estate job so they both travel together quite often, resulting in Finnick's mad parties. His girlfriend -Annie Cresta- never comes because she thinks it's disrespectful some how. I honestly have no idea how they are still together.

"Gale! Katpiss! It's good to see you both." Finnick grins, letting us inside.

"You to Finward." I punch his arm as I step in.

"Always a pleasure." he says. "Oh by the way, The Lightweight's here." Finnick points over by one of the tables and sure enough I see Peeta Fucking Mellark. He got his nickname after he drank a couple shots of Whiskey and was throwing up immediately. I haven't seen him at a party since. Well, until now.

"Why the hell is he here? This is so not Peeta's scene." I ask. Finnick shrugs.

"I don't know. He just came with Madge," Madge is someone who Peeta quickly became friends with after we stopped talking. I've never formally met her but she seems to stiff to me.

"Madge is here to?!" I exclaim. "Damn Finnick, you're losing your spark, man." Finnick shoves my head with a laugh.

"I bet they just wanted to get a little crazy for Senior Year." he smiles.

"How much do you want to bet that by their third drink they're either passed out or vomiting?" I tease. Finnick is about to respond when he gets pulled away by someone I don't recognize. Sometime during out conversation Gale left and is now standing by the fridge. "Hit me up," I say holding my hand out. Gale reaches into the fridge and pulls out an unnamed bottle of beer and he gets one for himself. We both pry the caps off and sip. At the same time we both cringe.

"Oh God this is awful." Gale grimaces. I nod but sip it again anyway. Gale and I hang around the kitchen for a little while, nursing our drinks slowly. I'm only on my fourth when I start to get that familiar buzz coursing through me.

"Katniss?" I hear behind me. I whirl around, almost falling over. Peeta's distorted image swims in my eyes.

"Oh." I frown. "It's you,"

"Are you already drunk or something?" he asks, stepping closer.

"That is what happens at parties." I state like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"But you're only eighteen. You're underage," Peeta looks appalled.

"I don't give a shit and neither does everyone else here." I wave my arms around for emphasis, effectively making me drop some of the drink onto the ground.

"How did Finnick even but liquor anyway?"

"He know's people." I say blandly. He starts to ask something else but I hold my hand up to silence him. "Jesus Christ, Peeta. Are you done asking questions?" he closes his mouth but doesn't walk away. "What?" I ask, suddenly becoming defensive.

"What happened to you?" even in my slightly drunken state, I know what he means. I take a couple of steps until I'm only a couple feet away. He's a fair amount taller than me so I have to look up.

"Shit happens, Peeta and people deal with it different ways." I say loud enough to be heard over the music but quiet enough so only he hears me. "Some people eat, some people sleep it off, like my Mom, some people take up a weird hobby and some people like to forget. And I just so happen to be that person. Alright? And if you don't like it, come talk to me when your favorite person dies." his eyes fill with pity as I shove passed him go into the crowd. I think I hear him call after me but I don't want to see him right now. I eventually find Gale in the massive swarm of people and pull him away to a deserted hallway. "I want to go home," he seems to be a little more intoxicated than I am but he understands.

"Let me be right back," he mumbles and stumbles back into the riot. He comes back out a minute or two later with a smeared pink lipstick mark on his cheek and he's grinning slightly. "Okay, let's go." we both make our way to my truck both almost falling a couple times. "You drove here, let me drive you back."

"How are you gonna get home?" I slur.

"It's not that far I'll be fine." he assures. I hand him my keys and sit in the passenger side. The drive is slightly faster and curvier than the way here. Gale is most likely way above the legal limit. But I don't care. He's driven me home drunk before. He weaves between two lanes going at least ten miles over the speed limit. Honestly, I'm just surprised a cop hasn't come after us yet. Granted it is the middle of the week, not many people are getting drunk today.

We are soon driving on a fairly dark and wooded road which is only fifteen minutes away from me house. Gale is still swerving and I'm laughing every time the car takes a sudden jerk. But my laugher dies on my lips when two bright headlights are right in front of us.

"Car!"

A/N I know it's short but hey? I left y'all on a cliffhanger didn't I? Now I will most likely write the next chapter within the next few days so not to long of a wait...hopefully. Oh and I've decided to call y'all my Chicken Cutlets. Like it? It's catchy ain't it? That's all for today my dear Chicken Cutlets. Thank you so much for reading!

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