A/N - Hola mis amigos! So this is a fanfiction (as you can tell) about Haymitch and Effie and this is being written by two of us: Shannon and Abbie. We have both written fanfiction before but for very different things and not together so we are hoping this is going to work. We have decided that every chapter in Effie's POV will be written by Abbie and everything in Haymitch's POV will be written by Shannon. So this particular chapter was written by Abbie and the next one which should be up in a minute or later or tomorrow (what ever we decide) will be in Haymitch's POV and written by Shannon. Making sense? If not, don't worry, just focus on the story, that's what it's all about after all. So we hope you enjoy this and want to follow, favourite review and all that jazz! Criticism is welcome but any offensive, nastiness isn't, so if you are going to send us that, get off your high horse and try writing something and posting it online, it's not as easy as it seems. Sorry for going on, but now that's over, enjoy the story! :)

Effie's POV:

Making my way to Haymitch's ebony front door, I pulled my new white skirt down a little and I adjusted my freshly made silver wig. My fist rapped on the door three times. I heard a few clinking noises and somebody grumbling as the door was unbolted four times.

"Good morning Haymitch!" I smiled.

The vulgar stench of liquor penetrated my sinuses as empty bottles of every alcoholic beverage under the sun rolled around on the wooden floor.

"Come in." He mumbled and shuffled back past multiple bottles.

I cautiously crept in and tip toed through the hallway and into the study. Haymitch was already slumped in his chair and I was tempted to spray some of my new 'Capitol Indulgence' perfume all around him and his house to rid of the nasty smell.

"Drink?" He offered as he cracked a beer open took a huge gulp.

"No thank you."

The time was 9:30. How could anyone drink this early? I shook it off, scolding myself for being so rude to a man I had only been acquainted with for less than a minute.

"Shall we discuss the sponsors for this years tri-"

"Sponsors?" he intercepted me, "honey, the tributes haven't even been picked yet."

He put down his already empty bottle and threw his feet onto the paper filled desk. I had already to a dislike to him in a matter of minutes.

~Abbie