Effie sat down on the train back to the Capitol. She let out a huge sigh. "Should't I be happy?" she thought. "I have two victors from the same district in one year. That's NEVER happened before."
But Effie wasn't happy. She was interested in two potential lovers. One, who she could love and be happy with forever, and another, who was unpredictable and, at times, harsh. She loved the mahogany table AND Haymitch, but who should she choose?
The mahogany table would never be as cruel to her as Haymitch was, but it was inanimate. Effie would be looked down upon for loving such a thing. Haymitch, on the other hand, was a real person, but his lack of soberness would ruin any chance of them having a real reationship.
Effie got up and made her way to the dining car. There stood the mahogany table, dressed in fine, luxurous cloth from District 1. She lifted up the table cloth, only where Katniss had stabbed it with a knife. Effie bent over and kissed it, leaving sticky, hot pink lipstick smudged all over it.
She wiped it off and quickly redressed it before anyone would see.
She made her way to the bar car, where "suprisingly", she saw Haymitch. She ordered a drink, but before she could even make conversation, he leaned over to the sided and vomited all over Effie's shoes. Disgusted, she took her drink and went back to her room.
Like Haymitch told her before the 74th Anual Hunger Games while they were gather at the table, Effie loosened her corset and had a drink. And another. And Another.
A few drinks later, Effie made her way back to the bar car, where Haymitch was haunched over, looking in his drink. She sat right next to him.
"Haymitch, I've always wanted to say something to you." Effie stumbled over her words in a way a drunk person would. "I..I..I really like you."
Haymitch didn't respond instantly. He glanced at her, then his drink, then back at her.
"Well, if we're making confessions here, I don't really like you." Haymitch said.
Effie picked up her head and stormed out. "Who needs him?" she thougth as the affects of alcohol wore off. "I've always got my mahogany table."