Chapter Two: Let's Play a Game
Peeta frowned. "Who wants to play a game?"
"What kind of game?" Clove asked.
"The fun kind." he replied. "Hide and go seek."
"Nobody wants to seek you." Gale protested.
"I do." Clove said softly, bending over and leaning in to tease Peeta.
"Hey!" Gale yelped.
A fart escaped Clove, going directly into Cinna's face. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped forward in his seat.
"Cinna. Cinna, are you with us?" Caesar shook him.
"Oh come on!" Cato shouted. "Death by toxic fart? That's just childish, Bridje!"
"Don't talk about her that way." Peeta said through his teeth. He had Cato by his blonde locks, the cake-cutting knife to his throat.
"Oh come on, Bridje. You wouldn't kill me." Cato batted his long eyelashes.
Then Peeta slit his throat, muttering something about pretty boys and half-naked Alexander Ludwig being a sin.
"Now," he directed towards the remaining audience Caesar, Clove, Finnick, Gale, and Haymitch. "Everybody hide." he said with a grin.
"No." Gale said. "No way am I letting a naked man with an erection," he gestured between Peeta's legs. "hunt me down. Count me out."
"Oh, Gale." Peeta wagged a finger at him. "Who ever said that playing was an option?"