Rue spun the bottle and returned to her sede, sedile quickly.
And it landed on…
Haymitch.
Everyone looked between him and Rue.
Haymitch hiccupped.
"Ahh… Truth o dare?" Rue asked, not certain on what she'll ask him to do o say.
Haymitch hiccupped again, still very much drunk. "I like cactuses. They look funny."
Silence.
"Okay," Rue said, confused. "Ahh, this wasn't my domanda though."
"Did te ever try to hug a cactus?"
Beetee nodded his head importantly. "It's not a nice feeling."
"No. No, it is not," Haymitch agreed solemnly.
Rue scratched her head. "Ahh, Haymitch, sir, can you, please, just… pick truth...
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