A/N: OK. We STILL have the application open…. For anybody who wants to join… If I get three people who fill out the application, the next chapter will come out later this week. Or more people? Then it will come a day sooner! So…! Help me out here! I need at least two applications and then I'll keep going… OK? Thanks!

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"OK, spin." Peeta told Katniss.

Katniss gave the bottle a toss and it landed on Johanna.

"Dare."

"I dare you too…" Katniss gazed around the park, taking in the people painting a mural in bright hues of blue, pink, green, and yellow, the taxicabs honking, the putrid smell of gasoline in the air. Johanna's axe was at her belt loop, like always.

"All right, Johanna! I dare you to paint your axe pink, blade and handle and all!"

"NO!" roared the elder girl.

"A dare is a dare," Katniss said with an air of confidence.

Johanna squinted at her. "Next Hunger Games, just you wait," she muttered as she walked over to the painters.

"Can I borrow some pink paint? Well, actually- never mind." Johanna dipped her beloved silver and cherry-wood axe into the putrid bubblegum pink paint. She darted back, little pink drops flying on the grass.

"Yes, indeed," she announced as she sat down.

She gave the bottle a little spin and it turned halfway to Clove.

"Dare or truth? You're not a lame wimp, are you?"

"Heck to the no!" Clove laughed. "Dare."

"Dare you to throw a spear."

"Easy enough!" Clove grabbed a spear and threw it at a builder. He fell, and Clove laughed, for it was the hilt of the spear that hit his shoulder blade.

"What. A. SKINNY MINI WIMP!" she screeched.

"Shut up, Clove!" Glimmer hissed. "That's my boyfriend's rich uncle!"

"I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, *not* sorry, Glim!" Clove said in a fake, sappily sweet tone.

"You should be. Now spin the frigging bottle."

Clove did so.

It landed on Kit.

"This should be interesting. Kit, dare or dare?"

"Truth."

"Kiiiiiiiit!" Clove complained. "Honey, do you really think I'd just lull ya into a false sense of security only to give you the crappiest dare on earth?"

Kit thought. "Yes."

"Fine. Um… How many boyfriends have you had?"

"One," she said, and spun the bottle. It landed on…

Thresh. He blinked.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you…" Kit pursed her lips and tapped them gently. "I dare you to dunk your head in the pink paint over there."

Thresh and Kit locked eyes. Thresh gave a gruff nod and stumbled… WALKED… over to the confused painters.

He snarled at them and dunked his head into the paint. Dripping like a bowling ball dipped in Pepto Bismol, Thresh sauntered back. All were quiet. He spun the bottle.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. :- (