A/N: Haven't updated in forever, and I'm sorry. I've lost inspiration for this story, despite requests and reviews. Which I thank you for. But… sorry, I'm asking for a little more? Could you all send in truths and dares for me to do? If you could… I'll update much more. But school HAS started, so not that much! ^_^
"Oh, the fun we'll have, CATO. And you can thank your little girlfriend, there, Glimmer!"
"Great," murmured Cato.
Clove looked enraged. "WHAT AM I, CHOPPED LIVER?"
"Uh, I never said that," Katniss gulped. Rue giggled, obviously enjoying herself.
But Clove wasn't finished. "YOU WANNA GO, GIRL ON FIRE? HUH? HUH? YOU WANNA GO?"
"I really don't!" Katniss winced. Now Rue looked scared.
"I'LL TAKE ANYBODY ON. WHAT ABOUT YOU, TREE GIRL? OR YOU, FOXFACE?"
"Kiiit," muttered Kit, hurt by her stereotypical nickname.
"OR HOW BOUT BREAD BOY OVER HERE? CAMOFLAUGE SURE WON'T WORK WITH ME!"
Peeta's watery blue eyes were huge. "Um."
"OR HOW ABOUT LITTLE PRIN-CESS HERE, HUH? GIRL ON FIRE'S LITTLE BABY SISTA? YOU ARE JUST THE BOMB, AREN'T YOU?!"
Now Katniss was starting to get mad.
Peeta leaned into Glimmer, all scarified. (Yes, that's a word.) "Um… what's with Clove?"
"Time of the month," was Glimmer's bored reply.
"Her birthday? Crap! I forgot to get her something! I was gonna give Katniss some emerald earrings to wear in the woods, but do you think Clove would like them?"
Glimmer's eyeliner rimmed eyes were round like small grenades. The color, too, come to think of it.
"Are you seriously that dumb?" she whispered.
Peeta wrinkled his pasty-colored nose. "Hey, now don't go calling me dumb. I'm actually quite intelligent."
Glimmer's mouth fell open, and she turned to Thresh, who was indifferently watching Katniss and Clove bicker. "Thresh, Peeta here is so dumb…. He doesn't know what it is."
Thresh shrugged. "Not my fault if his school never had a Health class."
Glimmer moaned and rolled her eyes. "No, you dolt. IT. IT. Girls… getting older… YOU KNOW," she insisted.
"Ohhhhhhhhh. I see how it is," Thresh nodded gruffly.
Glimmer was now throwing a hissy fit. "How can you not KNOW about that stuff? He's what, seventeen? HE IS CLUEEEEEEELESS!"
"No," Peeta insisted. "I know what IT is."
Glimmer stuck her bottom lip out like a fat, lip-glossed caterpillar. "I sure doubt it," she replied. "Prove it."
Peeta paled. "How?"
Glimmer shrugged. "I dunno, say what they use or when they get it."
Peeta's pale, pasty face grew paper white. "I don't use naughty words."
Glimmer smirked. "I… dare… you."
Thresh went back to watching Clove and Katniss, who suddenly had stopped fighting. They seemed to be making up after Clove socked Katniss in the eye.
"We choose truth," Cato said, not even looking at Kit, who was confused.
"But I want a dare."
"Sh, if they give us a freaky dare Clove'll freak again." Cato shushed her. Kit sighed.
"Truth."
They could almost see the cogs turning in Gale and Katniss's heads when finally the former offered, "What is your favorite Panem party game?"
Kit giggled and Cato looked distraught, for you see, Panem party games are (ahem) a bit wild for kids who have lived in districts all their lives. There were five main ones and lots of assorted others. The main ones consisted of Bash Bash, one called 'Call Her Up' which was basically prank-calling people rumors about themselves, Cannon, which was where three people held hands in a circle and one person in the middle had to squish fruit in each of their faces, but with their eyes closed (sickening, really), and there was one called Swimmers Retreat, in which one person filled up a lot of glasses and cups and bowls and such and they threw them at each other rapidly, and then there was Prep, in which a bunch of people prepped themselves for fake Hunger Games interviews. That one was the most boring.
Cato, stricken, numbly said Cannon. Kit thought a moment before saying Prep. She decided that it was the safest game to play.
They spun the axe and it landed on Rue and Beetee. Rue shrieked, covering her eyes.
A/N: What will happen next? Review and you shall pick! ^_^