Serenade
Waiting for Haymitch to come back not drunk was like waiting for Seneca Crane to shave his beard. It was never going to happen.
Effie always waited for Haymitch when she was sat in their temporarily place at the moment during the games. She was so tired and had drank 3 cups of coffee while waiting for him, it made her want to move so she just paced back and forth in her extremly high baby pink heels.
There was a loud thump, the door swung open and there he was in all his drunken glory. "Haymitch, do you know how late it is right now?" Screeched Effie, too angry to care that there were to kids in their rooms, trying to get their sleep before tomorrows games.
"Oh sweetheart, I don't even know the colour of your wig right now" he slurred. He then tripped forward and his hand made contact with Effie's lilac wig, trying to pull it off.
"No Haymitch, keep your dirty palms off my wig, it's impolite to touch" Effie hissed in panic.
"Awww, Effie, you know you like me touching you" he whispered, winking.
Effie could feel her lips getting dry and felt the blush in her cheeks behind her Capitol make-up.
She was about to tell him off when he started singing. "Your insecure, don't know what for. You turn heads when you walk out the door. Don't need make-up, to cover up, being the way that you are is enough".
He then scooped up her wig off her head as fast as wind. "HAYMITCH" she shouted, now covering her head with her arms. It was pointless as Haymitch could see the golden curls sticking out from under her hands.
"Your pretty" he slurred in a whisper.
Effie peeked from under her arms, looking at Haymitch.
Haymitch walked up to her and again was quick, this time he wiped her face with his sleeve, managing to move her hands. The make-up was easy to wipe off.
Effie blushed at how he looked at her, his eyes wide in admiration and shock, his mouth shaped like an o.
"Stop looking at me" She cried, feeling insecure by the minute.
"I can't princess, your so pretty, why do you wear all that on your face, you look so cute " he said.
He walked up to her, invading her space, it was getting uncomfortable, not creepy uncomfortable but uncomfortable. He was so close. He touched her probably blushing cheeks with his hand.
His fingers then slided down to her lips, the touch made the hair on Effie's neck stand. She dared look into his eyes, they were a greyish silver, beautiful she thought.
He leaned down to her face and she felt her breathing stop. He brought his lips onto hers.
She felt the shock as his lips were on her's , his whiskey scent on her mouth, it wasn't to bad,it was a really goos combination. It felt like only 5 seconds and as their lips backed off, she found her arms round his neck, and looked at his arms that were on her waist.
They looked at eachother, both confused and yet they found themselves slip a smile.
"Night Effie" he said, and he slowly walked off to his room.
"N-night Haymitch" whispered Effie.
AN: What do you guys think :D?. Good?, Bad?, want another chappy?, please review.