Katniss

"Katniss, will you please get tables 6 and 10? Clove just broke up with her boyfriend and I think she's having an aneurism in the bathroom," Johanna rolled her eyes as she spoke. Of course Clove the busiest night of the week to throw a temper tantrum.

"On it right now," Katniss says as she walk out the kitchen doors, her long braid swinging behind her. Walking into the dining section of The Hob, Katniss observes an unusual amount of chatter and commotion in the room. While The Hob was a fine dining establishment, there wasn't anything special about it for people to be this loud. Katniss sighed and plastered a smile on her face as she walked towards a table full of guys.

"Welcome to The Hob, my name is Katniss and I will be your server tonight. Can I get you guys anything to drink?" Katniss felt everyones eyes on her - was this the table everyone was fussing over? She took a look at the men at the table. Sure they were attractive, but she couldn't figure out what was so special about them.

"I'd have a drink of you if I could," one of the guys with dark red hair drawled, a subtle southern accent coming out.

Katniss forced a laugh. "So funny I forgot to laugh. Now, for the rest of you adults, is there anything you'd like to drink?" The table of four erupted in laughter and screams, then all punched the bronze haired boy, who only shrugged then winked at Katniss. Katniss took the opportunity to study the men sitting down. There was the bronze haired boy, tanned and chiseled like a greek god, a dark skinned man who was built like a tree and clearly towered over everyone else, and a mysterious raven haired man with olive skin and grey eyes. Katniss stopped at the last guy. His bright blonde hair stood out against that of his friends, so did his bright smile and bright eyes. Katniss thought he reminded her of someone, but she shook the thought out of her head.

The dark skinned man spoke up. "Can we get a round of Stellas and some Svedka shots? Our boy Peeta here," he patted Peeta on the back, "just got a new job!" At the mention of job, the boys burst out in cheers again.

Katniss made direct eye contact with Peeta. She figured pretending like she cared about the patrons lives would land her a bigger tip. "So whats your new job? It must be pretty nice if all of your friends are so excited." The table went silent. Katniss mentally kicked herself. Fuck! Did I go too far? I knew interacting with diners was a bad idea! "What did I say something wrong?" She joked, rubbing her sleeves and looking down at the floor. There goes that big tip.

The mysterious one spoke up for the first time, talking at his friends rather than her. "Guys I think she's serious?" He turned to Katniss. "Do you not recognize any of us?" She shook her head no. They all started laughing again, except for Peeta, who looked away bashfully.

The bronzed greek god looked at her with raised eyebrows. "You are looking at TV's four sexiest men, as voted by all the ladies." He smiled at a girl across the room, who nearly fainted.

Katniss resisted the urge to hit herself in the head. A bunch of conceited, handsome actors who will harass her and not tip her well. "Oh really? Thats cool, I don't watch very much tv. I'll be right back with your drinks." She spun on her heel quickly, nearly bumping into a server with a plate full of food. "Sorry," she mumbled as she moved quickly out of the room.

Peeta

"God damn did you see that waitress? I didn't know they made them so fine nowadays!" Finnick proclaimed to the whole table. When nobody responded to him, he nudged Peeta. "What did you think Peeta my boy? Wasn't she smokin'?" Peeta tried to look away.

"Yeah she was kinda cute I guess," he said as he looked off into the other corner of the restaurant. Truth is he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he has seen a lot of women. Mostly women who his publicist arraigned to hang off his arm for a week, but a lot of pretty women nonetheless.

Finnick looked at Peeta, who was now blushing and looking at the floor. He tapped his fingers on the table and called for the attention of Gale and Thresh. "I would like to draw attention to our dear friend Peeta Mellark, the man who has shagged hundreds of bitches, been plastered over tv screens across America, and is even rumored to have gotten with Glimmer Anderson, is BLUSHING over a waitress in a shitty restaurant." The three boys laughed at Peeta's expense.

Peeta punched Finnick in the arm. "What? Ok, I'll admit she got me a little flustered. I have a weakness for pretty girls."

Thresh smirked, tapping his fingers on the table. "Go for it. Shes a hot piece of tail, and it doesn't look like shes a fame whore trying to get famous. She honestly didn't know who any of us were."

Gale putted in, "Yeah, about that. How does someone not know who we are? I mean really, Finnicks ass is the desktop background of half the girls in America."

Finnick wiggled his ass in his seat. "Not even just America, I happen to have a very large Brazilian fanbase." They all laughed, while Peeta craned his neck to see if Katniss was coming back down with their drinks.

Katniss

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Johanna pounced on Katniss. "Oh my fucking god. You are the luckiest person in the world, I cant believe you got the table with all the Glenwood's Hunters Boys!" Katniss looked confused.

"Who?" Johanna's jaw dropped. "Oh you mean those famous guys? Yeah I'm serving them. I just hope they tip me well, if they're as famous as you say they are." Katniss shrugged, then turned to grab the beer glasses.

Johanna looked at her. "I hope you're kidding. All four of them were there, right? Theres Gale, the mysterious one who I would let fuck me senseless any day, Thresh, the hot African beast who is rumoured to have a big you know what, Finnick, the rock hard chiseled god, and Peeta, the nice boy with the striking eyes." Katniss stopped and smiled when she heard Peetas name. For a famous guy, he did live up to his reputation. Johanna started rambling again. "Because you clearly don't have enough time to watch TV, I'll fill you in. Glenwood's Hunters are about these group of these twenty-something year old guys who have been trained to hunt and kill aliens. It sounds stupid but trust me - watching 40 minutes of shirtless hot men is something I look forward to, if you know what I mean." She wiggled her eyebrows up and down, while preparing the food for another table.

Katniss rolled her eyes at Johanna's classic antics. "I'm going to go deliver their drinks. I'll tell you if Gale's looking for a hot young waitress to fuck." With a tray of drinks and a sly smile, Katniss strode out of the kitchen. Smiling as she set down their drinks, Katniss felt those piercing blue eyes on her. "So before I allow you guys to get piss drunk, may I ask who is the designated driver?" Katniss always asked that before serving drinks to whole tables. She knew the dangers of drunk driving secondhand.

The dark handsome one - Thresh - Katniss remembered, let out a laugh. "I am. Not planning on drinking a lot but it practically takes 1/2 a bottle of Bacardi for me to get buzzed. Not killing anyone tonight!" The four boys laughed, with Katniss feeling stiff. When people joked about it, it strung a nerve in her. If anyone noticed her discomfort, nobody commented on it. "Alright, what will you have to eat? Or do actors not eat, I can't really keep up with the new dieting trends."

The table let out a collective chuckle. "What do you suggest?" Gale asked, looking on the menu.

Katniss replied automatically. "Everythings really good here at The Hob, but my personal favorite is the lamb stew." The boys nodded and scratched their neck-beards.

"Well, because you suggested it I guess I'll have to get the lamb stew," Peeta announced confidently, looking straight at Katniss, then at his friends. They all read out their orders, but Katniss's eyes were still on Peeta.

Snapping back into place, she closed her notepad. "Alright, I'll have your orders out in a split." After she turned her back, she heard Finnick's voice behind her.

"And another round please!"

Johanna nudged a drowsy Katniss, who was falling asleep in a chair. She looked at the time. "Alright Katniss, time to get your drunk boyfriends out of here. It's nearly 1 am, and I just want to go the fuck home." Katniss mumbled a few choice words at Johanna, then pushed her way out of the kitchen and made her way to the boy's table. Thresh was standing up, trying to get them to leave, but Finnick and Peeta were not allowing it. Katniss wrinkled her nose, the smell of booze wafted from them. Peeta's eyes got wide when he spotted Katniss.

"Kat-nisssss!" He drew out the "s" in her name. He tried to walk towards her, but he ended up almost tripping over Finnick, who was searching the floor for god knows what. She smiled weakly, accepting his sudden affection but turning his attention towards the check. "OHHHH! Is THAT what you want me to do? I sweearrrrr, I'll do anythingggg you tell me to do!" Katniss smiled as he signed the check and drunkenly fumbled with his credit cards. Thresh looked thankfully at Katniss, while he ushered the three drunk boys out of The Hob and into the chilly New York City streets.

"Goodbye sweetheart!" A voice yelled, but she couldn't tell if it was Finnick or Peeta.

Smiling to herself, Katniss picked up the check, anticipating a below average tip. Rich people were always the worst. Instead, she opened it to a 60 dollar tip and Peeta Mellark's phone number on the bottom, with the words "Dinner Sunday?"

ta da! Its my first hunger games fic. I figured because I couldn't find one exactly I wanted to read, why not write my own? Is it too short? too bad? feedback in reviews is much appreciated!