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The axe landed on Marvel and Annie. Annie gasped in slight delight. Marvel waggled his eyebrow at the grinning girl.

"I believe that we shall do a dare, huh, Annie?" he purred. Annie nodded her assent eagerly.

"Yes, let's!"

"They chose a dare, Peeta," said Clove, rubbing her hands together gleefully. Peeta sighed.

"Yes, Clove. I heard what Annie and Marvel said."

"OOH! Annie and Marvel!" Annie cooed to her beau. "What would be the perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect ship name, hm? Anvil? Marnie?"

"Gangsta," Marvel purred back seductively. "Marvel Gans. Annie Cresta. Gangsta."

"HELL YES," Annie shrieked. She looked back at Finnick. "Much better than Odesta," she taunted. Finnick's face grew red. "Or we could be Crans," she said after a second thought.

"No, dear," Marvel said, strained. "Gangsta is better than Crans."

Katniss turned to Gale. "Guess who's the top in this relationship," she murmured.

Gale chuckled.

"Alright, people, gather round." Clove coughed after watching this scene. "Peeta 'n' I've chosen a dare for this, ahem, buddin' couple."

"I believe SOUL-couple would be the better word," Marvel said, gazing into Annie's franticly rolling eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I dare you to make a parody of the song Don't Stop Believing," Clove said triumphantly. "The perfect anthem to embarrass yourself in. You both have to sing AND dance."

Annie grinned. "I love singing," she sighed happily.

The small pack watched as the duo huddled and practiced for about fifteen minutes; Marvel did most of the dramatics, and Annie kept grinning and nodding. Soon they were standing before the group, doing breathing exercises. Marvel snapped his fingers and Annie whirled around, snapping her fingers to an imaginary beat.

"Just an insane girl," she chirped out, glancing over at Finnick. "Living in a crazy world! … She took Marvel's hand in marriage."

"WHAT?!" Finnick yelled, jumping up. Annie stuck her tongue out at him, and Marvel leapt in front of Annie.

"HANDS OFF, Odair!" he said angrily. "You dumped her, I love her, fair in square. She's MINE!"

"I didn't think it through!" Finnick retorted. He turned to the dark-haired maiden in front of him, who currently was clamping her hands over her head and shaking her head madly. "ANNIE? Do you love me? Lemme rephrase this, who do you love more? Marvel or me?"

Annie bit her lip, glancing from both guys. With a tiny giggle she whispered something and darted away.

Marvel was smug. "She said Marvel."

But Finnick was even smugger. "She said 'never'."

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