Who: Team Sassy (Peeta and Alyssa) What: Peeta is a little snippy Where: Their house When: During Shattered Sight plot Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete
There wasn’t a perfect reason behind why Peeta was so crabby, but everything just grated. It must have something to do with work because he was feeling a little overloaded and took it out on his employees. One of his brothers practically had to kick him out of the shop in order to actually get some work done. Which was completely fine because he would probably go in after hours and get some things done. He did, however, fire off a text later apologizing for being crabby.
With an annoyed sigh he made his way back to Alyssa’s place, he still wasn’t quite used to calling it his own yet, and walked inside. He kicked off his shoes by the front door and made his way into the kitchen in the hopes to find a beer and try to shake off whatever was happening to him.
Alyssa was cooking in the kitchen, apron tied around her waist. She hummed a little to herself, smiling when she saw Peeta walk in. “Hey, you. How was work?”
"Sucked. My brother basically kicked me out today for being crabby," Peeta answered with an annoyed tone to his voice and a scrunched up nose, "So, now I have to go back tonight to get some work done. I am sick of it."
“I’m sorry,” Alyssa sympathized. She stopped cutting mushrooms and moved to grab Peeta a beer. “Want help? I can mix things well enough, and you can boss me around.”
"I don't know. I might just be better off getting things done without having to teach someone who has no clue," he grumbled as he moved over towards her to get the beer, "God damn. Seriously, something is up." He could get crabby but he never tried to be rude to Alyssa. What was going on?
“You might just be stressed out. Or ... have you noticed a lot of people are being crabby on the network?” Alyssa thought to herself. “Bollocks. I wonder if this is a Thing.” Peeta could just be crabby, but a lot of people being aggro all at the same time? That was weird.
“Is this what PMS is like?” Peeta was asking the question honestly, but there was amused look in his eyes when he did ask it. He could either be given a serious answer or else she was going to smack him with something, “But yes, it looks like others on the network are going through the same thing.”
“Only if you feel like someone’s stabbing you in the stomach and breasts at the same time as well,” Alyssa smiled. But then again, that could be a thing? “Oh god you don’t feel that, do you?”
His eyes narrowed at her as he took a long swig from the beer bottle. How completely mad would this place be if the men suddenly developed the ability to birth children, "No, and if I did then I would probably move away."
“I’d come with you, I don’t need blokes to know what that feels like. The world would spring into chaos.” She wrinkled her nose before going to get herself a drink.
"It springs into chaos a lot around here. I wonder what the hell is happening around here. Maybe if I let myself get drunk I won't have to worry about being crabby," Peeta mused aloud. It could potentially work and he just kind of wanted to hole up until it passed.
“Or you could go ragey. How do you usually get when you’re drunk?” Alyssa hadn’t ever seen Peeta drunk, but she figured he wouldn’t be a ragemonster. But drunk people were a bit unpredictable.
“Uh...I have no idea. No one has really complained about me, so I’m assuming not a rage monster,” Peeta pointed out with a shrug before arching his eyebrow at her, “Are you attempting to get me drunk, Ms Hamilton?”
“I’m not, you brought it up.” She smiled and leaned against the counter. “And if nobody’s complained about you, you’re probably just a little salty. Nothing wrong with that.”
"I feel like I should be disappointed. Maybe we should get sloppy together. Good test if we can handle each other," he pointed out before moving over to her. He stepped into her space and put his hands on either side of her on the counter.
“I don’t think I’ve been a sloppy drunk ever,” she smiled up at him. “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can shag me?” She ran her hands up his chest before tiptoeing up to kiss him.
“Basically, yes,” He answered honestly with a laugh. At least his crabby mood was starting to lift. It was hard enough fighting with his family, so he didn’t want to fight with her. The kiss was returned and he smiled into it.
Smiling against his mouth, Alyssa pulled him closer. “You don’t have to get me drunk for that, silly man.”
“I know I don’t have to, but it could be a fun experiment for us,” Peeta answered as he reached down to hold onto her curvaceous behind and lifted her up onto the counter.
“Well, not too drunk.” She was sensible as always, but mostly she knew that a lot of men had problems when they got too drunk. “Tipsy is fun, though.”
“Well, let’s get to drinking then, love,” he had picked up the use of the term from her and he knew it secretly amused her when he did use it. Occasionally he used a silly accent when he said it, but right now he was more concerned with their plan. He kissed her again before going over to the fridge for a handful of beers. She chuckled and moved toward the liquor cabinet to get a bottle of gin and a tumbler. “You can keep the beer.” Alyssa liked a gin and tonic as much as the next girl, but she actually preferred the bite of straight gin more.
He grabbed a reuseable tote bag and threw the beer and her stuff into it before scooping her up. The bag was over his shoulder and she was currently in his arms as he started to walk towards the living room, “Hope you didn’t need anything else. I gotta get some practice in before we’re married.”
“For what?” She cocked her head to the side and batted her eyelashes. Alyssa always hoped it would make her look innocent, but it never did.
“You can bat your eyelashes all you want,” Peeta commented with a smirk as he carried her into the living room and placed her onto the couch, “Now, let’s get to drinking.”
Alyssa took her gin with her, grinning as he put her on the couch. “I love you so much, you silly boy.”