An: my sister and I were watching cheers as I typed this up. I've discovered that when he was younger, with shorter hair, the guy who plays Haymitch, looked exactly like Peeta did in the movie in the reaping scene. Like EXACTLY. Also! Just openly sobbing to the millennium actress OST while I write this, nbd. I literally just got an overwhelming emotion while listening to Chiyoko No Theme. If you ever get a chance, just watch that movie, you will not regret it. Lol and then the song just switched to MCR.
Summary: One simple glance, that's all it took for them to read each other's mind. Hayffie movie-verse. A group of drabbles that fit together in a sort of "Behind The Scenes".
"I'd better go find Haymitch." Effie cheerfully spoke up, standing and heading toward the door. "He's probably in the bar car." She added through her teeth, letting a little disdain seep into her words as she flippantly stepped away from the two tributes.
The drunk met her at the door between cars.
"Well, damn, if it isn't Miss Trinket." He spoke with mock cheerfulness, maliciously imitating her right down to her accent, and she simply would not stand for it.
Fighting the impulse to stomp her foot like a child, Effie replied, in a huff. "Haymitch. Good morning." Her smile was tight-lipped.
"How in the hell are you this.. whatever," He gestured at her in a bizarre one-handed flailing motion, and she found herself leaning away as if she would catch his loathsome foulness, "so damn early in the morning?"
Effie snorted. "Some of us have jobs to perform, Mr. Abernathy. Very important ones."
The blonde waved her off. "I have kids to train. You're just a Capitol bitch."
"E-excuse me?!" Effie gasped in revulsion and horror; she had never been called a bitch!
"You roll over when they tell you to, you beg, you even speak on command!" He added with a derisive smirk, loving the way her face flushed under that caked-on makeup.
"H-how dare you!" Effie cried, her fancy Capitol accent becoming crisper and sharper as she fought to keep composure.
"How dare I tell you the truth? I know what you think of me, Trinket. I'm a drunk, lazy bastard, right?" Haymitch pointed at her, eyes narrowed.
Effie's whole body bristled with a sick feeling, and under that, fear. If he spoke out like that anywhere else, he would surely be punished, drunkenness or not. Wait. She stopped herself. Why did she care what happened to the blonde in front of her?
Haymitch's voice brought her back to reality: "Well, princess, let me tell you something. It's important, so you may wanna listen. Yeah, I'm a bastard, and a drunk. And I know that so whatever the fuck you wanna call me better be original, cause I've heard that shit already!"
The well-dressed woman blinked before figuratively regaining her footing. "You're nothing but a scruffy unwashed person from the districts!"
Haymitch's eyebrows shot up like he was thinking, and he let out a flat "Really." This was just too good, he bugged her so much she was out of insults.
"A-and you just aggravate me so much, I just want to-" She let out a frustrated but still somehow elegant and ladylike sound as she left in a huff.
Haymitch poured himself a drink and busied himself watching the Capitol woman's tightly clothed rump sway as she left. Lifting his glass in a silly little mock-toast to her retreating form, he mumbled: "Hate seein' ya leave, but, boy do I love watchin' you go."
AN: Wow. I… I have no idea what prompted me to write this. I apologize because it's so damn short, but I'm seriously working on like five things at once. If you find any discrepancies or anything, feel free to point them out.
R&R please! :3