Effie's P.O.V

Trinket's the name, Effie Trinket. I am the former escort for district 12. It's been a year now since the rebellion and Haymitch is still a drunk. I look over at him and he is mindlessly staring at me. Nothing unusual there, but I see something in his eyes. What is it, sorrow? Pain? It vanishes as quickly as it came so I decide to let it slide. But I can't help feel a pang of guilt for this man. What has he been through? What made him what he is today? I want to ask him but I decide against it. I look around his home and it's a mess. How can he stand to live in this place? It's a pig stye! Oh, I shouldn't say that, it's an insult to pigs. I bend down and pick up one of the many bottles scattered around the room. Haymitch whistles and I look up. He doesn't do anything and I get back to work. A growl escapes from his throat and I turn around. He's lying on the couch, in his drunken state, with an amused smirk on his face. I, however, am not amused.

"Will you quite tell me what the problem is Mr. Abernathy?" I snap.

"Oh there's no problem, no problem at all. Ms. Trinket" He says mockingly.

"Then wipe that silly smile of your face." I say. He does as he's told, and I see that look in his eyes again. I feel sorry for him once again and I feel a trace of tears well up in my eyes. I push them back down and wonder

"Do I feel something for this man? I couldn't possibly. Could I?" I put that that thought out of my mind and pick up another bottle and dump it in a garbage bag.

"Haymitch" I suddenly blurt out.

"mmm" is all he says in return

"Why do you drink?"

"Why do you care?"

"I do have feelings you know. And because I deserve to know Haymitch. I worked with you for nearly 6 years so I have a right to know."

"I drink 'cause of all the shit the Capitol did to mess me up Eff, that's why."

I have a feeling there's more to subject but i decide to let it drop. I head off to go do some more cleaning.

Haymitch's P.O.V

Effie Trinket, the careless, oblivious to all hardship Trinks? care? That's something new. I find Effie just in time to see her bend down again. That lady has one nice behind.

"Stop it, Abernathy" says a voice in the back of my head "You can"t like Effie"

"But you do"

"But you can't"

The two voices argue in my head until the fact that I like her has won. It always does. I decide to make my move. I get up and stumble over to Effie. I purposely knock over a vase behind her and make no effort to catch it. She jumps at the crash and whips her neck around. It's a surprise she didn't get whiplash at that.

"Haymitch!" she screams. I involuntarily cover my ears and say

"God, Princess! Keep it down, will ya? I could've gone deaf!"

"Well I'm sorry Haymitch, but you scared me. Besides, you could have knocked something really important over!"

She drones on and on and I decide it's time to make my move. I kiss her. She almost responds to the kiss but pulls away all the same. She look totally confused and dazed and I smirk. That look will be in my mind forever. She's apparently unable to talk so I fill in the awkward silence by saying

"Shut up, Princess." That brings her back to reality and she says.

"That was to get me to be quiet?"

"Yeah, it was."

"Well then I think I should talk more often."

"Oh no, that's o-" then I realize what she meant by that and give a triumphant smirk. She leads me upstairs to change into something, well... cleaner.