We're back with another chapter already! But that's boring to say. Here; try this instead!

The next chapter's out! What secrets will be revealed?

Find out... After the break.

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How often does your washing machine work? Never? Obviously.

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By Washing Machine x Dishwasher Equals Peeta Mellark.

That's the latest craze in the Capitol New York City. So awkward.

Jk, jk, now let's get on with it! Unless you want another break? No? Oh, okay. This Capitolite is trying to get me to show a dishwasher ad. But I have to listen to you guys. I'll apologise to you in a few centuries, Capitolite!

Also, I still hate Peeta. Bad.

Three Cheers For Buttercup!

Brutus eyed his victim carefully. Celeste.

Celeste gasped. The bottle was pointing at her.

'Truth Or Dare, Capitol Girl.'

Celeste decided to do something that she wasn't sure if it was allowed or not.

'Grandfather! Grandfather! Help! Do something!'

Snow jumped in front of Celeste.

'Now the bottle is pointing at me! Truth!' What an idiot, Brutus thought.

'Do you have a crush on anyone here?'

Snow blushed. He had a crush on a few. But he picked one.

'Um..um..um.. Buttercup, okay?' Buttercup hissed. Everyone burst out laughing, including his beloved granddaughter Celeste. Buttercup suddenly lunged forward and scratched President Snow, dug his claws deep into his brain.

'AAAAAAAAAAAH!' Snow said.

Prim spoke up.

'Buttercup! What a good boy!'

Celeste smiled. 'Three cheers for Buttercup!'

'Hip, Hip, Hooray! Hip, Hip, Hooray! Hip, Hip, Hooray! And none for luck!'

President Snow stormed out of the room with Celeste. Before he spun on his high heels, that everyone suddenly noticed, he said, 'Well, I never!' Then Enobaria teased him some more.

'Snow, why are you wearing high heels? Are you trying to impress.. Buttercup?' Snow's head became as red as a strawberry, and he left.

Johanna realised that now there was no one to spin the bottle.

'Enobaria, you go. Spin.' Enobaria obeyed, and gaped at the next person.

'Glimmer! Truth or Dare?' She grinned at Glimmer, who frowned. 'Dare.'

'Do make-up on Chaff while he tries to stop you.' Eyes moved to Chaff, who groaned. Haymitch chuckled.

'Anyone got a camera?'

Chaff complained. 'Haymitch, I thought we were friends!'

'Oh, we are. I just want to capture this moment. Because we're friends. Something to look back on.' Haymitch smiled innocently.

After Prim passed Haymitch a camera, Glimmer began her procedure. She managed to get bright red lipstick, pink eyeshadow, mascara and some nail varnish on before she gave up. Haymitch took a picture after every bit of make up was applied.

Glimmer spun the bottle.

'Flickerman. Truth Or Dare?'

Caesar grunted. 'Dare.'

'I dare you to kill someone in here.' Caesar sulked until someone answered his silent question.

'The forfeit is commit suicide.' Madge responded to this.

'Ooh! Who will you kill? Yourself? Or are you selfish? You're going to die soon anyway, you're 92.'

Lots of people pointed at Claudius Templesmith.

'Why me?' Claudius said. He threw a tantrum, then walked out the door.

Caesar grabbed Snow, who'd somehow got back in Johanna's house, and chucked him out the window.

BOOM!

'What was that?' Asked someone.

Phox replied 'a cannon.'

'Flicks' span the bottle and grinned in glee.

'Rory, Truth Or Dare?' Reluctantly, Rory muttered something along the lines of truth.

'Finally!' Exclaimed Caesar! 'Now, the question we've all been waiting for... do you like Primrose here?' He held up the hand of a blushing Prim.

'Umm... well... yes!'

Aww Prory. Aren't they too cute?

No? I agree!

From now on, expect sporadic updates! :O