Author's Note:- I had this idea this morning, and I needed something to help break my writers block, and I'm hoping that writing this has worked!
I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!
Upon opening his eyes, Haymitch knew instantly that there was something wrong. He had a splitting headache, which was nothing unfamiliar after a full night of drinking, but this time, he could sense that something else wasn't as it should be.
With a moan, he sat up. He had spent the night on the couch in the penthouse, and he could see Effie on the other side of the room, scribbling something on a notepad; probably something to do with her stupid schedule. Upon hearing him, Effie looked over at him, and grinned. This wasn't right, either. She didn't usually grin at him upon seeing him. Usually, she gave him a look of pure discontentment and forced him to take a shower and make himself look 'fairly presentable'.
"What the hell is so funny, Trinket?" He barked, in irritation. Instead of looking intimidated, Effie just burst out laughing, calming down just enough to answer him.
"I think you should look in the mirror, dear." Glowering, Haymitch crossed the room to one of the wall mounted mirrors, and his stomach lurched when he saw what Effie was finding so entertaining.
His hair was now tied up into pigtails, each one tied off by a baby pink ribbon. His face was covered n make up, including a mixture of pink and purple eye shadow, some very intense pink eyeliner, and bright red lipstick. As well as the pigtails, his hair had also been sprayed with what looked like pink hair dye and silver glitter. And the makeover didn't stop there. Looking down at his hands, he saw that each of his fingernails was painted in various, girly colours. Instantaneously, he rounded on Effie.
"Did you do this, Trinket?" He growled. Effie simply raised her hands, defensively.
"No. But you have to admit, it was just an opportunity that they couldn't pass up." Haymitch already had a sneaking suspicion who she meant by 'they'.
"They? Who are 'they'?" He seethed, his glare growing more intense when the smile on Effie's face started reappearing.
"Cinna and Portia." So he was right, then. Apart from Effie, the two stylists were the only other people who would do something like this to him. All Capitol idiots were the same.
"I'm going to fucking kill them!" Haymitch retorted, and started to look for something to remove the makeup from his face. Looking sympathetic, Effie drew a packet of baby wipes from her handbag and handed them to him.
"Don't be too hard on them, Haymitch. They were just having fun." Snatching the packet of wipes from her, Haymitch sneered at her.
"Fun!? Fun for who!? For them!? At my expense!? They're meant to be adults! This is something I'd expect Katniss and Peeta to do, but not them! Where are they, Trinket!?" Looking a little concerned that Haymitch was going to cause harm to her friends, Effie replied:
"They went out. To hide from you, I think. They knew you'd be angry, but I think they hoped that you'd see the funny side in the end." With a grunt, Haymitch cleaned the remaining residue from his face and headed to the door.
"I need a drink. You can tell your friends that I'm planning my revenge." Effie managed a small smile, before saying:
"I think they made you look very handsome."
Author's Note:- Haha. Cinna and Portia were so evil to our poor Haymitch, but it was totally priceless! It's totally something that I could imagine them doing.
Yes, this is a REALLY random one-shot, but a little randomness now and then never hurt anybody.
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