A/N: Hello! this is set during catching fire and hopefully I will continue with it. Also I'm from England so if I put English things I apologise heartily:) Enjoy!
The train was silent of talk and it was excruciating to everyone present. The only noise that could be heard was the train rumbling on the rusty tracks. The ever bright pink- clad escort, Effie Trinket, complete with sky high fushia heels and bubblegum pink wig squirmed in her seat, her already short dress hitching higher and higher with each movement.
Haymitch Abernathy, victor of the second quarter quell turned drunkard, could do nothing but stare at Effie's perfect porcelain slender legs, assets made more prominent thanks to the god-awful shoes. Feeling his eyes travel further up her thigh he felt himself grow very hot and uncomfortable, wishing he could have more ice in his already partially frozen beverage.
Katniss Everdeen stole glances at her fellow tribute turned lover turned enemy turned friend turned stranger turned victorious lover once more as she desperately tried for release from the awkward carriage. Peeta Mellark said nothing for his brain was pounding against his skull, thanks to concentrating so hard to produce a conversation topic. Much to his relief he found one.
"So, Effie, what will we be doing once we arrive at the capitol?"
With a groan from Haymitch and a murderous look from Katniss, Peeta inwardly sighed; realising his mistake was about as fatal as setting of a time bomb.
"Well Peeta I am so glad you asked! Upon arriving we will enter the penthouse suite and enter our rooms then we shall meet Cinna and port-"
"I'm going to have to stop you right there princess," Haymitch interrupted the now annoyed Effie, after all it was very bad manners.
"Why Haymitch, it will only take a few moments!"
"You, I and both the kids know we will be hear for hours hearing you drone on and on about a schedule that no-one but you cares about sweetheart." Casting a glance and the smirking Katniss and awkward Peeta he regained some confidence and preperation for the outburst the capitolian was sure to direct his way.
"Hmph, well, if no-one truly cared why did Peeta ask in the first place?!"
"It's called an awkward silence for a reason princess," he leered. "Merely a talking point to distract them from falling asleep due to boredom,"
The escort glared at the mentor, stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms.
"Well I for one was enjoying the peace." She sneered
"Don't lie princess, you were fidgeting like a scolded child." Haymitch retorted.
"Just when I thought they couldn't fight over anything else, they found something," Katniss whispered to Peeta, who shook his head and rolled his eyes at her.
"They're crazy," he exaggerated his point by moving his index finger in a curling motion toward his temple.
"-just drinking all day everyday, even then! What is that anyway Scotch? Gin?" Effie argued.
"It's actually just lemon juice, but I'll be damned if there's no alcohol in the penthouse,"
"Why undressing me with your eyes gotten too much for you has it?" She retorted. Haymitch stuttered on his retaliation and fidgeted turning a darker shade of red. Now knowing the fact that her complete guesswork had been correct she felt bad, suddenly claustrophobic and confident all in one.
Katniss glanced at Peeta during that period. In seeing his wide-eyed, open mouthed, eyebrow raised expression she struggled to hold in a giggle by biting her lower lip.
"That's right I saw you, staring at my legs moments ago- practically drooling. You utter perv!"
She was outraged and he could see that, the problem was it had made his pants tighten a little bit. He quickly looked at the victors with their horrified and smirking expressions and knew he could do nothing but deny it for he would never live it down.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about princess. I don't look at you unless I have to, and even that makes me feel nauseous!" He could lie in his sleep but trouble was her room in the penthouse was right next to his. On more that one occasion when he feeling particularly excited he would groan out her name as pleasure over shook him. The thought of her legs in heels and cleavage over spilling black lace could take him over the edge over and over again.
Glaring at Haymitch as she got up, Effie made sure to bend over and lift her neck in front of him, giving an excellent view of her raised breasts by pink lace. As she stepped she swayed her hips in a manner that could be concealed as merely walking with a bounce, but gave just enough time to give way for the elder victor to see her legs from high thigh.
After all her bubblegum strapless dress was, in the district 12's victors eyes, the shortest dress they had ever seen. Hitting high thigh (barely covering anything more Katniss thought to herself, but daren't say anything) it led up to her breasts which were pushed inward and upward. Skin tight from the waist and fanning out slightly below, it left little to the imagination as it hugged her gorgeous hour-glass figure and drew eyes to her assets. The heels were the same daring pink but seemed to be higher making Effie's petite frame longer thus more on show.
Haymitch shook his head and took a long sip of his drink. Katniss and Peeta started taking about the capitol's now famous lamb stew.
After finishing his glass, Haymitch retired to his room for the night, dreading arriving in the Capitol in the morning. Cities aren't as peaceful as the country. They aren't as slow and they don't take time to appreciate the little pleasures in life. The city moves fast with each passing trend and young celebrities, without a second thought anyone who lives there is stuck in the madness and mayhem, to a sense they are just as trapped as him. Both of them are a chess piece on a giant board- with advantages and disadvantages which can be played either way in the eye of the beholder as each show a different beauty.
Shaking his head from these thoughts that would surely keep him awake he undressed not bothering to put on pyjama trousers or a t-shirt. It was plenty hot enough outside in district 1 which meant it was like a sauna in his bedroom. He caught sight of himself in the mirror. Going over to it Haymitch looked at his body. 'Very well toned for an alcoholic Mitch' he thought to himself. The scars from his games had faded bar the massive red line which was still as raw as it was 24 years ago.
Sighing, he slumped over on the bed, ignoring the amount of empty alcohol bottles on the floor. Effie would not be happy if she saw the state of his room. Oh great thoughts of Effie trinket. His mind raced with images of her in compromising positions and he couldn't help him self. Knowing she was down the hall and well asleep by now Haymitch satisfied himself to thoughts of Effie trinkets and her attractive features.
After he had finished he thought about the strange woman in pink. He didn't like her in that way, oh no. In fact he wasn't sure if he liked her at all. She did seem genuinely fond of the tributes though and cried when they were killed.
The last escort did no such thing. His escort. The mardy, bitchy hag with no tits and a sagging face. She took him to hell and he despised her.
In comparison Effie is a saint. A super model for her looks and a primary school teacher by nature. She was not the teacher by any means but the super model is pretty accurate.
After his brain was tired of thinking of Effie. Haymitch fell into his usual restless sleep filled with memories of his games.