A/N: Thanks for all the support guys. :- ) Reviews are chocolate malts, and faves are cherries on top! Each follow is ten sprinkles. And for health nuts… Fine, something different. An almond. Hah.

It landed on Thresh.

"Tha-resh," Finnick said smoothly, smirking. "Dare or Truth?"

"I dare you to keep your mouth shut, Mr. Cocky," Thresh burst out.

Finnick's eyebrows raised as he smirked. "Somebody got a little soap in their mouth. Or needs to!" he said smoothly.

"Truth."

"OK… Let the master think here…" Finnick rubbed his head as if deep in thought. "Aha! I know. What's the craziest thing that's ever happened to you?"

"My back."

Finnick raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Care to tell more about this… BACK?!"

Thresh shrugged. "I got ten tattoos on there."

"Show us!" Clove urged.

When they saw his scarred and tattooed back, almost all of them gasped. There was a tattoo of a wheat field, of a skull, of a past girlfriend, of a girl assumed to be his mother, a rose, a cloud, of a circle, a notebook, a bird, and… GLIMMER?

"Why am I on your back?" she screeched. Thresh looked at her with large, unblinking, indifferent eyes.

"Why aren't you on Cato's back?" Thresh asked simply.

Glimmer scowled at Cato. "YEAH! Why aren't I on YOUR back?"

Cato shrugged angrily, shooting daggers with his eyes at Thresh, who was already spinning the bottle.

Katniss.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare! Do your best. Do your hardest! How bad can it be? Peeta says you'd do something wimpy like make me kiss Finnick or Cato or Haymitch or something. THRESH?! THRESH?! Why'd you just pass out?"

"I got tired of hearing ya blabber on," muttered Thresh, but only Prim and Peeta could hear, for they sat next to him.

"Sooooooo? Do a dare!" Katniss spoke excitedly.

Thresh rolled his eyes. "OK, Fire Girl. I dare you to light your pants on fire. See if Cinna can save you now."

Katniss's eyes widened. Everybody was silent in awe, admiration, or anxiety, but Clove who leapt up, punching the air and screaming, "YEAH, THRESH! Finally that fricking idiot gets her just desserts! YEAH, THRE–"

"We're sorry you had to witness that, Cato," said Kit calmly as Thresh socked Clove in the mouth, and the two smirked at each other.

"OK. B-But I don't have the lighter!" Katniss said, showing the slightest bit of nervousness.

"Here," Peeta handed her a pocket lighter. "I keep one for emergency toastings of bread and cookies."

"You're so convenient, Peeta," Katniss said, sarcasm dripping.

Carefully she clicked the lighter until a small flame ignited. Then she held it to the edge of her pants.

"I chicken out!" she screamed, dropping it. "I felt the heat and… no, no!"

Peeta was lighting her pants on fire!

She grabbed the small, silver thing from him and tried to chuck it behind Glimmer, who caught it and handed it, smirking, back to the smiling Peeta.

"Sorry. But you were dared," he said, slightly concerned.

Katniss glared at him and sighed. She took in her tawny hunting pants. Baggy. The river that merrily trickled along behind her. She gnawed on her cheek and pressed the lighter to her pants.

Flames leaped up her leg and she screamed, not expecting it to be so fast. She rolled across the green lawn to the river, which she fell in. She came up the seven-foot deep river sputtering, choking, and calling for Peeta. Peeta promptly came over and swooped her up in his arms. Kit, a sucker for romance, sighed happily.

"My… leg… is on… FIRE," Katniss groaned through gritted teeth. Prim gave out a feeble squeak and rushed to her sister's side.

"Katniss, Katniss! Are you OK?"

"PRIM!" bellowed Katniss. "Does it LOOK like I'm OK?!"

"I dunno, maybe you're faking!" shrieked Prim before retreating to be by Rue.

Katniss moaned as she saw the damage- a severely burnt shin with a short pant leg. Tears flowing down her face, she weakly gave the bottle a tap.

Cato.

"Dare."

"I dare you to do the exact same thing I did so YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS!" screamed Katniss.

Cato positioned himself over the river, and right when the pant leg caught fire, he dunked it in the river so only a corner got singed. He pulled it out and gave the bottle a whack. It pointed to…

A/N: So yeah. Not posting until maybe Monday, I'll be visiting my BFF in Chicago. OK. Reviews are much appreciated, as are faves and follows. Peace OUT.