July 5th, 2010
2:48am

My eyes are heavy lidded and I know this because Gale comments on them and kills himself chuckling with Madge draped along his side as they hold each another up in a sweaty, doped up mess. The two are a pair; it's quite a wonder how they're not dating yet. Unless they are and just so happen to be keeping it from me, that wouldn't be the first time they kept something from me.

How the bright lights flash around so quickly yet so slow makes me want to blink rapidly and the live music sounds funny, like I have cotton balls tucked into my ears.

"The drugs are quick," I whisper to myself and let the crowd push me around.

It's hot, I feel my skin slide against other sweaty people but I don't care because the sensation is weird, fuzzy almost. It occurs to me that I haven't drunk anything but rum and Coke since I arrived an hour ago.

'Maybe it's time for water,' I think to myself and wander whatever direction until I find water. When I press the cup to my lips and down it hastily I cough it back up just as fast as I sallow it and wished I had sniffed it first because this isn't water. This is vodka and I continue to gag.

My mouth is just under a faucet, trying to lap up as much water as I can. It's cool and feels refreshing against my skin. I pull away and look myself in the mirror. Wow, I'm a poor sight for eyes. My hair is matted against my skin with sweat and my make up that was once elegant and clean now makes me look like I have raccoon eyes. God, my eyes look wide and the pupils are dilated. Anyone with the right sense would see that I'm all drugged.

Splashing water onto my face I try to become sober, regretting the idea of ever trying that stupid pill Gale presented us to before we came here. Instead I wish I were more like Finnick and Annie, sober and still having fun. They… did have fun, didn't they? I try to recall them laughing or dancing but the last thing I remember was them leaving with poor looks on their faces. Why did they leave again? My mind bounces the memory around and I remember. Annie's mom, their only reliable babysitter, got sick so they had to go back home to care for both grandma Cresta and their child, little Dmitri. His name is actually Finn but it got too confusing with that being Finnick's nickname for all of us.

Drying my face, I feel a little more stable and I walk out of the washroom with my head held high and my plan to leave and get some sleep.

The entire building smells and it's not very pleasant. I don't even know why I would come here at all but it's really the only club in Panem.

Attempting to rub the throbbing headache I feel coming on, it's only worsened when a broad man manages to bump his muscular arm straight to my forehead and I go falling right onto my ass.

"Fuck," he curses and bends over to help me up but I push him away and stand on my own. "I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't know you were there; I just wanted to wave to my friend and… Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, okay."

"You should be sorry, and you should watch where your fucking arms go flying about or you'll get them broken!" I snap at him. The anger really just comes from embarrassment. I've never been good with anything but content and anger. If there is anything else I'm feeling then I lean to either contentment or rage.

"I am," he reassures and I straighten my silver, glittery skirt so it isn't so high up my thighs.

When my eyes finally look at him I succeed in not gaping at him. His eyes are kind as they stare back into mine and his hair is all matted with sweat—like me, only his hair is blonde and it's full of sweet curls that just make him incredibly… sexy.

The drug kicks in again and I'm suddenly at a bar sitting by his side as he leans in and kisses me by my ear. Somewhere between being angry and sympathetic we've somehow gotten into a flirty stage.

How many seconds or minutes have passed? What did I even say to get him here? Or better yet, what did he say?

Pushing him away from me by his chest, I jump the little ways off the bar stool and turn back to him to apologize. For what? I don't know, but I do it anyway.

"Listen, blondie—"

"It's Peeta," he corrects with an amused smirk planted onto those cute lips of his. I shake my head. What's wrong with me? I don't think anyone is cute, at all.

"Listen, Peeta, I don't know what just happened but… whatever happened… meant nothing."

He leans in and shakes his head at me and pulls me between his legs with barely even resistance from me.

"Katniss Everdeen," he slurs and I feel tingles down my back. "You are a tease and I just so happen to like it." Slapping my ass lightly, I push away and stare him in the eyes. Flashing me a panty-dropping grin, I lean in and kiss him roughly. His lips kiss me back just as eagerly and I sigh against his lips.

One minute we were there in the public with everyone who could have been watching and now were in the coed washroom with me pressed up against the wall and his curious hands wandering over my body.

Maybe it was the pill, or maybe it was plain desire or maybe even the fact that he actually made me feel something other than numbness but I allow his hands to roam the curves of my body and let his lips place sloppy wet kisses along my collarbones.

"Kat," he moans onto my skin and I feel the hard on pressing into my thigh.

"Peeta," I reply in the same airy tone, wishing and willing no one would walk into the washroom.

His fingers slip under my dress and I let out a low moan at his touch.

A loud alarm sounds throughout the room and the lights within the room shut off to be replaced with flashing red lights.

He chuckles and his hands pull away, making me pout in protest.

"Fire alarm, Katniss…" he says and leads me out to safety.

"Oh, and who's this?" A very tipsy Madge asks when were outside, watching out favorite and only club burn up in flames. Peeta has his hand around my waist and Madge still leans onto Gale who doesn't seem to be giving much effort into their balance.

"I'm Peeta Mellark," He introduces himself and Gale stiffens at the sight of his hand curled around me. "It's nice to meet you."

I untangle myself from his clingy hands, not really wanting to really leave Peeta's hold, but it's probably best we leave so I stand by Gale's side.

"Well, it was… fun, Peeta." I said almost too formally and turn with both Madge and Gale. Madge seems too lost in the fiery blazes to be paying much attention so Gale just turns her away.

The warmth of Peeta's hands lock onto my wrist and I turn to face him. He leans in and kisses me which I don't protest against, again.

"Thanks for the memories." He winks and turns away, striding his way through the crowd and I know this is the last time I'll ever see Mr. Peeta Mellark. The last time I'll ever really feel anything with a guy. The last time I'll ever truly feel what it's like to be in the mood and back to feeling numb with guys kissing me, back to feeling like ragdoll when they have me.

Hi! This is my twist on an Everlark story. It's really just going nowhere at this point, I just have a lot of feels but I'm really feeling this fanfic. I have a few more chapters written so if this goes as far as I'd like for it to go then I'm going to update.

Thanks to anyone who follows and reviews.