A/N: OK, so far nobody's hitting that review button. And whenever I think nobody's reading, I look at traffic stats and see a couple thousand. So what happened? Did killer monkeys and hummingbirds fly away with your computer? Did you have a storm and suddenly there was no power? Or… did you just think, oh, this story sucks. Whatever, I just won't review. ? Well… it's up to you guys. If I get more faves, follows, and reviews I will update. But otherwise… This might be the last chapter. Dead serious. I'm giving y'all one last chance. O_O!

I know, a little harsh. But I feel like I'm not getting ANY input if no one reviews, and then I feel bad. And I just don't want to write if nobody likes my story. If you liked the story, then you'd review! Or fave/follow! EEKERS! (end rant here.)

"No," decided Finnick, "I will most NOT continue." And with that, he puffed his chest out and sighed.

Rue spun the axe eagerly, and Beetee looked on.

It landed on Johanna and Finnick.

"Ooh. We haven't had one in five thousand YEARS," Johanna exaggerated. She glanced sideways at Finnick. "Dare. Do your best, tween." She said the word disgustedly.

Rue didn't even have to think. "Kiss 'im!"

Johanna snickered. "You really are bad at Truth or Dare." With that, she gave Finnick a big old smooch. He grinned at Rue menacingly.

Rue was furious that somebody would call her bad at a game- especially one she enjoyed. "All right! I thought I was being kind, but obviously you don't appreciate splendorificness! MAKE OUT WITH HIM!"

"Gladly!" Johanna shot back. She turned to Finnick and was obviously pretending to be Annie. "Oh, Finnie, I'm so scared… the voices are back in my head… whatever am I to do? Finnie, I need you to m-"

"HEY! HEY! HEY!" Katniss spoke up. "Let's keep this PG, people. PG, I said, not X!"

Johanna beamed. "Ha, ha! As if. Rue, have you ever seen an X-rated movie?"

Rue, wanting desperately to fit in with Katniss and her friends, said casually, "Sure, who hasn't?"

Tears and gasps of laughter broke out throughout the group, except for Beetee, Katniss, Prim, and Annie. Beetee was shaking his head in disapproval. Katniss was scowling at Johanna. Prim was scratching her head, wondering what X-rated meant. And Annie was staring off into the distance, hands cupped over her ears.

"What?" Rue wanted to know.

"Rated… X… for content!" Glimmer choked out, laughing until she felt her lungs might burst.

Rue scratched her head. "Um… OK." Prim swallowed.

Rue was so confused and embarrassed that when Johanna spun the axe she forgot to enforce her to make out with Finnick. Instead, she hid behind her little afro and wished she hadn't called up Beetee to be her partner.

The axe spun a little more and landed on Katniss and Gale.

"AGAIN?!" Katniss shouted. Clove sniggered.

"Shall I dare you to play Bash Bash?" quipped Finnick sarcastically.

Gale shook his head. He was so red faced, he looked like a spinning tomato. "NO! NO! NO!"

Katniss touched his arm. "Gale, we haven't said dare or truth yet. We should do a truth."

"Yes." Gale straightened up- now a prim and proper tomato. "We pick truth."

Johanna shrugged. "Shhh, Finnick. I know how to do embarrassing ones. All right, cowards. Listen up. What is the most embarrassing thing you've ever experienced?"

Katniss immediately blushed, and Gale's face was redder than a tomato, if possible. Sort of like a lava-drenched redskinned redhead who just got finger-painted upon with red paint and tomatoes were thrown at him. That kind of red.

"Um… you first," Gale offered to Katniss.

"OOOOOH, such a MAN," taunted Clove.

Katniss blushed another tint of pink before she answered. "Um, in sixth grade, I was sort of hormonal…"

"GO ON," Johanna and Clove screamed at the same time. Kit leaned back against Cato, arms folded and smug smile on her face.

"Well, I was kind of maybe a bit boy crazy."

"Crazy about me, Katniss?" Peeta said dreamily, blue eyes wide open.

"NO," Katniss all but screamed, and in a quieter tone, "Ew." Then she continued her story:

"So there were ten guys in my class- Garrett, Jake, Williams, Brookes, Arnold, Josh, Johnny, Gavin, Erik, and Zach."

"There were eleven!" objected Peeta, frowning. "I was in your class, too."

Katniss swallowed. "UM. At that time you were basically a walking food sack with blond hair. YOU. WERE. FAT. Anyhoo."

Peeta frowned, and everyone else, loving the story so far, leaned in slightly but eagerly.

"So, um, I was kind of crazy. I changed my appearance, like I splattered berry juice on my lips for lipstick, used my mother's blush, attempted to curl my hair all in attempts one of them would think I was cute. Weeeeeeellllll, one did. Arnold. But he was a geek. But I wanted a boyfriend, so I asked him out. For nearly a week we just did stuff like walked to the bakery and Seam and stuff holding hands, till he tried to kiss me. I knew that he ate his boogers, so I ran away shouting 'SNOT FACE! SNOT FACE!'"

The circle was silent.

"Gale?" asked Glimmer quietly.

Gale shrugged. "Um, you know. Burped in class. Same difference." He made a grab for the bottle but Cato and Thresh pushed him back.

"NO!" roared Thresh. "TELL ALL!"

Gale's face was so red you would barely recognize him, but he squeaked out, "I was the coal dust princess in our fourth-grade play!"

"Do the dance," Peeta all but shouted.

"NO!" Gale yelled.

His friends starting making menacing faces. Clove threatened to stab his wrists if he didn't. He was on the fence on whether to do it then. Johanna threatened to chop off his toes with her axe. He was teetering on the fence by then. Thresh said he'd punch his arm if he didn't, and he just about fell off the fence by then. He cleared his throat and stood up in a sort of ballet position.

Everybody's mouth fell open as he did a few cartwheels and a gigantic leap and landed in the river.

Everyone laughed when, sopping wet and a lily pad slipping down his right temple, he did a clumsy somersault and a kind of Russian dance- knees bent, legs kicking, arms held in front.

"That must've been humiliating," giggled Glimmer.

Gale rejoined the circle, blinking water out of his eyes. "Oh, it was. Tori McCallan AND Dory Kippers both chose to revoke their crushes on me."

"Nice," mumbled Cato.

Gale plucked the lily pad off his head and gave the axe a weak graze. It spun around twice and landed on…

A/N: Well, up to you all. Finish this story here or continue? Only YOU can decide. : )