As snow fell to the ground Effie Trinket trudged through it in her knee length boots and bright blue snow suit. She figured she might as well wake Haymitch before she went to Katniss and Peeta. At the drunken victors house she knew better than to knock. She just walked right in.
She thought the snow was bad until she was fully inside of Haymitchs home. It was littered with whiskey bottles. She knew that if Haymitch wasnt always drunk she would be attracted to him.
As she ventured though the home looking for Haymitch two strong arms pulled her into a dark room and pushed her onto what seemed to be a bed. She heard the door lock and froze. The thought of being in a locked room with Haymitch was something that frightened and excited her.
Before she could react she was pinned to the bed by a large figure. She could just make out Haymitchs face and the smell of liquor on his breath.
"Haymitch Abernathy, get off of me this instant!" She demanded, the snow white curls of her wig coming loose to frame her painted face.
"I cant help it, Sweetheart. Youre just so sexy," his body becoming heavier ontop of her small frame.
She pushed at his chest with manicured hands, but he was too heavy for her, "Haymitch, if you dont get off of me right now and get dressed Ill-"
"Youll what?"
"Ill scream," she stuttered, fear overwhelming her body.
He smirked, pulling off her scarf and unzipping her coat and pulling off her snow pants, "Please, do."
"Stop, Haymitch!" She said as he undressed her, not knowing if she wanted this or not, but registering that they shouldnt the second she was even pulled into the room.
He scoffed, "Its not like you havent whored yourself out the Seneca or Ceasar and are not a perfect saint. Just lay back and enjoy it, Princess."
With that she was completely exposed to him and he was already working at her. She tried her hardest not to enjoy it, but it was an impossible task since she had wanted it since she saw him in the twenty-fith games.
As he took her into bliss she forgot about her schedule and how their little fling would effect it. The only thing that didnt slip her mind was that this would probly never happen again and that he would most likely forget about it anyways.
She waited until he fell asleep to creep out of his arms and redress. Her highly stylish snow suit fitting her perfectly. The pain between her legs made it even harder to walk in her enormously bight heeled boots to Peetas and Katniss to get them so they could board the train for the victory tour.
On the train that night she was brushing the snow curls on her head and wad startled by a knock on her door. She thanked the Lord that she was still dressed.
"Come in," she called.
"You were great, Trinket. Want to go for round two?" She caught Haymitchs smirk in her vanity mirror.