DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the fact that Zeke and Uriah have weird stuff in their closet just for the use of Candor or Dauntless. That wasn't in the books. But all characters and locations go to Veronica Roth, our pure evil, yet loved, leader.

Tobias P.O.V.

These past two hours have been the weirdest of my life. And, I have to say, also the best. I didn't really even want to come to Zeke's party. Then he told me Uriah had invited his friends, which included Tris. So, I got blackmailed into the best night of my life. I'm okay with it. For starters, Tris walked in looking drop-dead gorgeous, but to me, she always does. Then two turns into Candor or Dauntless, she's sitting on my lap for the rest of the game. An hour later, I get to make out with her for ten minutes. Then we don't have to keep our relationship a secret. Then I got her loopy on Amity peace serum. Then she told me she loved me, and I said it back. Then she woke up. And I found out that what she said wasn't some side effect from the peace serum. So, yeah. Best. Party. Ever.

And now we play.


Lynn's eyes scan the circle, pausing on a few faces, until landing solidly on Uriah."Uri, Ca-"

"I AM NOT A PANSYCAKE! NO CANDOR! BOO CANDOR! DAUNTLESS! WOOHOO!" Uriah responds.

"Cinnamon Challenge." Lynn counters. Uriah's eyes almost bulge out of his head. He gulps. I feel the same wicked smile that is on everyone else's face right now spreading over my own.

Tris looks up at me, "What's the cinnamon challenge?" I'm used to being from Abnegation and not knowing things, so I smile at her. I've learned everything I missed in Abnegation over the past two years at Dauntless.

"You have to swallow an entire tablespoon of cinnamon. Without liquid. It's impossible. It's like acid powder going down your throat. It's awful, but a lot of people, okay, Dauntless, do it on purpose to prove that they're stronger than everybody who failed. People throw up, cough up cinnamon for days." I explain to her. Her pupils grow bigger, and her mouth opens a little.

"And- and Uri's going to have to do that?" She asks worriedly.

"He'll be fine," I tell her. "I've done it." Crap. Definitely should not have said that.

She gasps and her eyes stay those big, round, blue orbs of worry. "Why?"

My response is gesturing at the game around us, and pointing at Zeke. She relaxes and laughs, realizing that the cinnamon challenge can be very fun to observe, but not fun to go through. Poor Uriah.

Uriah finally speaks, "Get the cinnamon. And a trash can and a bottle of water for when I'm done. I'm going to kick this cinnamon's ass. It's not gonna beat me this time."

Tris laughs, "You've done this before?" Uriah looks at her gravely and nods. Then holds up eight fingers. She covers her mouth and suppresses laughter.

Zeke enters the room, his eyes dark and his hands shaking. He hands a giant spoon of cinnamon powder to Uriah and shakes his head. "I am so sorry, little brother." He says, his voice actually cracking. He places the trash can next to Uriah, along with a bottle of water.

"Who's videotaping?" Uriah asks.

Zeke looks pained as he says, "Uri, you don't really want your torture recorded again, do you?" Uriah frowns, "I told you, this time, the cinnamon's going down." Zeke tries to say something, but Uriah stops him. "And this time, it's not coming back up. Somebody record."

Nobody has the heart to record him. He turns to Marlene. We all know they like each other. "Will you do it, Mar?" He asks. She painfully sighs, and shakes her head. "Please?" She shakes her head again. "Lynn?" He begs, with puppy dog eyes. She nods slowly. He goes into his room and brings out a treasure map. He hands it to me. "It's to my stash of cake. In case I don't make it." We all laugh. Every time he takes the challenge, he acts more and more serious about it killing him.

He shoves the spoon in his mouth, then removes it, void of cinnamon powder. So, it's in his mouth. I see him struggling not to cough. He seems to be conjuring saliva and mixing it so that it goes down easier. Small puffs of breath come out his nose. Swirls of cinnamon are mixed with the air. And then he tries to swallow. I expect him to break out coughing and throw up like he usually does, but then he opens his mouth. My jaw drops, "It's empty. His mouth is empty."

People start to cheer and Zeke lifts him in the air, trying to start the process of lifting Uriah on our shoulders, but Uriah wheezes, "Put... down... need... water..." So Zeke drops him and hands him the water bottle. Uriah chugs it. When he comes back up, he turns to Marlene and makes out with her for about three minutes. They come up for air, and they're both grinning like idiots, but I get it. That's probably what I looked like after I finally kissed Tris. Then he faces Lynn. "Did you get it all on video?" He asks her.

Lynn nods. "Even your little spit swap there." She says, raising her eyebrows. Uriah doesn't show the slightest sign of embarrassment. He triumphantly screams at the top of his lungs, then abruptly stops. He drags me and Lynn to a room in the back, sits me down at a computer, and makes Lynn hand me her phone.

"Put it online. But after you're done, you have to make it show on every screen in the Dauntless compound." He instructs. I nod. I've done this before. Like, when Zeke chugged a gallon of milk in ten minutes. A few minutes later, I press enter.

I turn to Uriah. "You have one minute until this plays on the pit screen, along with every single Dauntless member's devices. We should go watch." I inform him. He screams triumphantly again and runs out of the room. We run after him. Within seconds, our entire group is following a screaming Uriah into the pit, all half clothed.


We sit back in the circle. Tris and Shauna still have their undershirts on, and Christina decided to stick with an unclosed leather jacket, but everyone else is left with only their undergarments. It's been two hours since we returned from Uriah's victory lap around the compound, but he's still wearing a proud smile. Marlene sits in his lap now, and Shauna is sitting on Zeke's shoulders. We have found out that Peter's most embarrassing memory is the time he accidentally got a pillow sewed over his head and onto his shirt, and that Haley girl asked him if she looked fat. He thought about what she looked like the day before, and couldn't lie. He said yeas. She yelled at him, about how he couldn't even see her and he thought she was fat. That was the end of any chance he had with her. Eric has had his head and chest shaved.

Will took a truth serum and told everybody what he really thought of them. We went through Marlene's fear landscape. Tris was asked about "that guy", Tobias Eaton. That's how she lost her leggings. I had to tell one of my fears. I said heights. That doesn't involve some haunting part of my childhood. Or the one about Tris. I couldn't say that one. Christina refused to do the ghost pepper challenge, but we did get it out of her that she's afraid of moths.

Peter's eyes land on me. They are glinting evilly. "Dauntless." I say. If I pick Candor, they ask what my real name is. Again. And I only have my boxers on. And then he looks put off. Then his eyes light up. "We go through your fear landscape."