A/N: My aunt's cat Sneakers died today. I'm so sad. Reviews are candles. See how many candles we can put around Sneakers's grave. She'd appreciate it.

It spun round and round and landed finally on Rue.

"Truth, Peeta!" barked Rue.

Peeta smirked. "OK. Out of all the people here, which would you want most to marry, kiss, or date?"

Rue scowled at him. "Date, Finnick."

Annie seemed extremely upset. Finnick laughed.

"Kiss, you."

Peeta looked very pale.

"Marry…?" Rue trailed off, mumbling something.

"WHAT was that, Rue?" Peeta asked happily.

"CATO!" hollered Rue, bursting into tears. Cato the brute fell into Clove's lap. Rue, still sobbing, spun the bottle. Glimmer. Again.

"Truth or d-d-d-d-dare?"

"DARE!" Glimmer roared, glaring at Rue.

"Dare you to kiss Cato," cried Rue, diving for cover behind Katniss.

Glimmer smirked and leaned in by Cato. Clove watched with gritted teeth.

Glimmer sighed happily and gave the bottle a ditzy twirl. It pointed to Kit after a couple of spins.

"Kit. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How would you annoy Peeta, Katniss, Clove, Prim, Rue, Annie, Finnick, Haymitch, Johanna, and Thresh?"

Kit quickly calculated the answer while chewing on her cheek. "Peeta. You'd just have to throw marshmallows in his oven, get it nice and sticky." Cato snickered. "For Katniss, just take away her bow and write GALE all over it." Katniss's jaw dropped. "Clove's easy. You tattoo a spear on her back when she's asleep and see how long it takes her to notice. Nobody looks at their back on a regular basis. And she hates spears."

"It's true!" Clove called out. "I hate Marvel and his dinky little twigs."

Cato roared with laughter. "MARVEL! DINKY… LITTLE… TWIGS!"

Clove scowled at him. "Although SOME might take that the wrong way."

"Get on with it, Kit," urged Glimmer. "Prim next!"

Kit smiled shyly after some thought. "Tell her that the Hunger Games have Reaped her again."

Katniss and Prim looked ready to cry.

"For Rue, you have to do some preparation. Bake a fruitcake with a spear tip in the center- so when she cuts into it she'll see it. Also put in a slip of paper that says, From Marvel."

"MEAN!" screamed Rue from her spot behind Katniss.

"Annie!" Glimmer said, rolling with laughter.

"Give her chamomile tea at bedtime so she'll have a good night's sleep. That really would mess with her head."

"CHAMOMILE TEA!" Finnick yelped, writing it down. "THAT's what I keep forgetting to give her."

"For Finnick… Um… he really won't get annoyed at anything."

"Except frogs. I hate frogs."

"Oh! Then put a frog in the sleeve of his sweatshirt."

"THAT," Glimmer deadpanned, staring at Finnick, "I will do."

"For Haymitch, take away his liquor."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Johanna screamed, beating the ground with her fists and bawling madly. "You HAVE to give Haymitch his drinks! It's like the circle of LIFE!"

"For Johanna, tell her what I have just said. And for Thresh, try stabbing his leg with a safety pin or saying knowingly over and over, 'I never would have guessed.'" With that and a small smile, Kit leaned in and gave the bottle a satisfying slap.

The bottle spun, landing on Finnick.

Finnick stretched like a cat. "Ah, yes, I've been waiting for this moment. Kit, lamb, give me a truth, if you would."

"What's your favorite color?"

Finnick flashed a smile at her. "White." Then he laughed. "Just kiddin', sky blue. My turn!"

The old bottle went in circles, around and around and around and around…

A/N: Please pray for Sneakers.