A/N: Oh, gosh! I am such a terrible author! I've been so busy (Choir, school, horseback riding, reading and archery!) But THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for the review, follows, and faves! This is super short, but hopefully I'll update soon!

Tris' Point of View

The loud bass of the music rattles deep in my chest. Tobias saunters over, handing me a beer. I take a sip and come up coughing. "How can you drink this stuff?" I splutter.

"It helps you forget." He says, shrugging. "Take it easy, though. Trust me, hangovers are not fun."

I take another sip, and it goes down easier than the last one. Tobias and I stand next to the food, not really saying anything, just laughing at few already intoxicated people attempt to dance. Katniss and Peeta meander over the drink table, which stands about six and a half feet away. Katniss throws an empty bottle into the trash and picks up a second one, while Peeta grabs a fizzy Erudite drink.

"Soda?" Katniss questions him.

"One of us should be sober." He replies.

She stares at her drink a moment, as if remembering something. Then she whispers something that I don't quite catch. Peeta gives her a brief glance full of pity, which Katniss ignores as she opens her beer.

"We should talk to them." Tobias says. "Maybe ice princess will loosen up a bit now that she's had something to drink. I have a feeling she didn't tell us everything."

"I know she didn't."

We walk over to them, Katniss now hastily draining her bottle. "Hey." Tobias greets. "How do you like the party?"

"It's interesting, that's for sure." Peeta says.

"Yeah." Katniss says. "The definition of a party on District Twelve was a bunch of people and a fiddle."

"What kind of food did you eat?" I ask, curious.

Katniss shrugs. "Sometimes, on the rare occasion that there was extra food, Greasy Sea would serve soup. But most of the time there was all too little food to go around…" She trails off.

"Wow." Tobias murmurs. "Things really weren't all the great in Panem, were they? How did the Districts not rebel sooner?"

"That's the thing." Peeta says. "Everyone was too busy starving to fight back. "

Tobias shakes his head. "The Capitol should've figured out that that wasn't a good plan… How did they not figure out that it was going to blow up in their faces?"

"I'd say it was a good plan." I interject. "I mean, it worked for almost a century."

"Longer than that." Peeta says. "There was a time; before the war that The Games came out of, that was still full of opression. The Districts rebelled, but they didn't win. The Hunger Games were a reminder of the Capitol's superiority. "

Tobias shakes his head. "Crazy." He murmers.

Christina chooses this moment to come dancing over. "Hey!" She says, dragging out the E longer than it needs to be. "Are these the people from outside the fence?"

"Yup." Tobias says, taking a swig of his drink. "Chris, these are Katniss and Peeta."

"Tris, you forgot to mention that he's hot!" Christina exclaims, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

"Uh, thanks, I guess." Peeta says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Christina laughs. "Well, I'm going to go talk to Zeke." She kisses Peeta's cheek before waltzing off, giving him the call me sign with her hand not occupied by a glass of vodka as she does.

Katniss scowls. "I don't like her." She mutters under her breath.

"You don't like anybody." Peeta says.

Katniss scowls and Tobias laughs. "Fine, then why don't I just leave?" She spits, throwing her half full bottle on the ground before storming out.

"I was just kidding!" Peeta says.

Tobias grabs Peeta's arm before he can go after her. "Let Tris go after her." He says. "Let them talk."

Peeta shakes his head. "Best let me deal with her." He cracks a half smile. "Even if she's probably going to punch my face off." He laughs.

"Seriously bro." Tobias says. "Let her and Tris have a chick- to – chick talk. Maybe then we can all stop trying to kill each other."

Peeta pauses for a moment, weighing his options. "Alright." He finally says.

"I'll be back soon." I promise Tobias, wondering why he volunteered me as I kiss his cheek. Does he simply think I'm the best person for the job? Does he expect me to be able to wheedle information out of her in a tie of weakness simply because we're the same sex? Does he want to talk to Peeta alone? Or maybe, does he not trust two killers running around unsupervised in the Dauntless compound? The possibilities are endless, I realize, as I walk to the pit. A quick search tells me she's not here, so I stride towards the chasm. It I there that I find her underweight figure leaning against the railing, inky braid falling over her shoulder as she looks down into the roaring waters.

"Why are you here?" She asks, not once moving her eyes.
"I don't exactly know. To- ah, Four, said we should have a 'chick- to- chick talk'" I laugh.

Katniss laughs, but eyes me warily nonetheless, catching onto my slip- up. "Why do you call woman 'Chicks' here? It makes no sense."

"I honestly have no idea. When I transferred to Dauntless, it took me quite a while to catch on." I say, walking over to stand next to her.

"Listen." Katniss says, her voice serious. "I don't care if you kill me. But please, let Peeta go. He doesn't know anything. "

I shake my head. "We don't want to kill you. Or, at least I don't. We're just interested in life outside the fence."

"Then why can't we show you?" Katniss blurts out.

I suddenly straighten my shoulder. "That." I say. "Sounds like a plan."