A/N I thought it was about time I created a one-shot lot; for all the ideas floating in my head. These will probably be long ones as I apparently cannot write short ones so, enjoy:)

A fantasy in the penthouse

The party was extravagant and in full swing. Celebrating 2 victors and the up coming of a quarter quell was a once in a lifetime event, and the people of the capitol took it in their stride. No-one could argue, not even those in the district, that the capitol knew how to through a damn-good party.
The presidential mansion was surrounded in people and a feeling of fun. Citizens of the city kept to their own cliques. The attending victors were no different.
Haymitch was drunk. Very. To be precise, he had consumed three bottles of liquor and was about to start his fourth. Chaff, who had also consumed a reasonable amount of alcohol, sat beside him- sipping at his drink when his escort was looking, gulping it when she was not.
"God, I hate her guts" chaff spat, venom curling off his tongue as he pronounced each word, dripping in loathing.
"She can't be that bad," Haymitch said. Chaff snorted.
"Oh please Mitchy, 'do this, do that. You're a bad example for the tributes. Don't drink so much it'll kill you one day!' Yeah, that's the idea, doll." Chaff said the latter part to himself rather than anyone in particular. It was Haymitch's turn to snort.
"Buddy, you ain't on your own. Reckon their all the same. My escort's got a voice like a toddler. All squeaky and high-pitched." Haymitch shuddered. "Plus, she always nags at me. No-one else! Just me. And, just to top it off- her heels chaff. Her damn heels. Clip- clapping away everywhere! Monstrous for a hangover let me tell you! Just want to rip them off her feet and throw them out the window!" Haymitch practically grunted his rant and he drank some more out of his glass.
"Yeah well, at least yours is hot. I have a witch of an escort. Thank goodness I've got Seeder here to keep me company!" Chaff laughed.
Seeder, who had been sitting next to chaff, smiled kindly at him.
"Well I don't have that kind of privilege. Just me and the Princess, who, by the way, is not hot." Haymitch said clearly.
Chaff let out a bark of laughter.
"Mitchy, she's smoking. Her legs are amazing, and she's got a great rack. How can you not find her attractive?"
Unknown to Chaff, Haymitch found Effie Trinket very attractive. Desire lurched out of no-where when she walked by on occasions. Her long, slender legs just about eye level when he was slumped on the sofa and she was prancing around. He wasn't going to tell him this though, anyway, it wasn't 24/7- just when she had her body on show.
"Seeder, back me up here?" Haymitch said tiredly.
"Well Haymitch, she is very pretty. She seems genuinely nice too. Kind. As if she sees your tributes as children; instead of just pawns in a chess game." Seeder said knowingly.
Haymitch grunted and snarled, "she's nothing more than a spoilt capitol princess." Seeder rolled her eyes at him in a good natured way. Chaff chuckled, "say what you will Mitchy, she's fit." Looking around he nudged Haymitch with his remained elbow. "Speak of the devil,"
"Devil, is accurate." He whispered as he glared at the subject of conversation.
Effie Trinket strode across to where he sat at the bar. Her hair in a tightly curled, blonde wig. Her petite frame clad in a tight red dress, adorned with the occasional black petal- which gave across the look of a precious flower. Her face was made-up in capitol fashion, but less than the year before. Her foundation looked more like human skin rather than the poisonous, white, lead paint. Wearing plenty of jewellery, the look would not be complete without her killer, jet black heels, the causation of her towering above the elder victors who were sat down helplessly.
"Hello," she greeted Chaff and Seeder politely. Seeder smiled kindly, which made Effie feel welcome. Chaff let out a wolf-whistle. In all honesty, she expected nothing less.
"Miss Trinket," chaff said. "Of what do we owe the pleasure of your fine company?" He smirked at her fidgeting. It was natural for her to feel uncomfortable. Especially when so much of her body was exposed.
"I just came to tell Haymitch we're leaving now. Katniss and Peeta have gone back the the hotel so it's about time we left too." She told Haymitch. Effie had given up asking years ago.
"Ok Princess, I live to serve you." Haymitch said sarcastically. Bowing to add to his joke, he finished his drink and bid goodbye to chaff and seeder. Chaff winked at him as he walked out.

Upon arriving at the hotel lobby, the escort and mentor walked/stumbled in Haymitch's case, over to the elevators. Effie pressed the button then proceeded to tap her foot against the marble floor impatiently.
Haymitch sighed, "do you mind Princess? You're giving me a headache enough as it is."
Effie huffed. "I don't see why you're being so rude. You seemed to be having a good time tonight,"
The elevator dinged as a signature of its arrival. Stepping inside, Effie couldn't resist leaning over to press the button. Haymitch scowled at her childish behaviour and Effie looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm not a child, I can press the button." Haymitch snarled.
"Oh really, sure you wouldn't pass out?" She retorted, annoyance seeping through her words.
Haymitch grunted in some kind if response. Effie laughed cruelly.
"Didn't think so," she sneered.
'Kind' Haymitch thought to himself. 'Seeders delusional'
"You know, Chaff described you as hot this evening. I shot his words down right away. You're a snobbish capitol brat, who throws a hissy fit when she can't get her own way." Haymitch words were lapped in hatred.
Effie's head turned to face him like she's just been slapped. She smiled at him, and suddenly Haymitch felt nervous. The dial hit floor 6 as she stepped closer towards him.
He realised her smile was seductive as she pushed him against the wall and pressed her body against his. He gulped at scenarios flowing through his mind.
"I don't think you really think that of me, sweetheart." She whispered, pressing herself more so against his form. Haymitch could do nothing but stand there as she was up on him, begging his body not to betray him. "I think, that you think, I'm a snobbish capitol brat, with an amazing body. I think, that you think, of all the dirty things you'd like to do to me if I weren't such a prude." Her words wrapped around his ear. Moving her mouth away from his ear, she sneered, her smile was gone. Replaced was a snarl. Haymitch returned it and pushed her off him.
"You're wrong Princess. I think I've just found another word to add to the list- vain." The elevator dinged, their invitation to leave. Effie thundered out, leaving Haymitch slightly behind her. He couldn't help but stare at her ass as she walked away, his gaze travelling down her long legs. Suddenly, she bent over, picking up something or other, exposing more of her creamy thighs to him. His mind was overcome by all the sudden filth he would do to this woman. Gasping for a drink he stumbled over to the bar and unplugged a bottle of whiskey with his teeth. Effie noticed and glared daggers at him.
"Oh, no! I don't think so." She snatched the bottle away form him and started pouring it down the sink. "You've had plenty to drink tonight by the looks of it."
Haymitch grunted. He was not in the mood to argue with her, for once. Once the contents of the glass were washed away, Effie flounced back over to where he was sat. Bending over so she was at his eye level, she looked intimating. Haymitch found he'd never been more aroused by the pink escort. She spoke in a whisper, filled with spite. "I'm going to bed now, there's a big big big day tomorrow." Haymitch snorted. Effie's eyes grew wide, and anger filled them. She continued. "If you dare wake me, Katniss, Peeta or anyone else, you have no idea what I will do to you, understand Abernathy?"
"I understand perfectly, it's only natural you want to 'punish' me Princess." He smiled.
Effie growled in frustration at the man before her. Haymitch took the opportunity to look down her dress, after all it was pretty much eye-level. Kind of. Inside he saw her breasts spilling out her corset. The creamy skin of her chest tucked away inside her couture. Haymitch felt his mouth open and water. Instantly he closed it.
"Did you just look down my dress?!" Effie shouted.
"No way, Princess. I couldn't anyway- your crazy fashion prevents that kind of thought." Haymitch said.
"I'll see you tomorrow Haymitch," Effie sounded tired. She had had enough of arguing and had managed to get rid of all the resentment towards Haymitch for his earlier words. Haymitch only nodded in response to her goodnight. He wasn't the type for pleasantries, he never had been. Leaving him on the sofa, Effie walked back to her room to retire for the night- leaving Haymitch on the sofa, drunk and practically unconscious.

"Hello Haymitch," the victor spun around and there she was, wearing nothing but a lace corset and matching underwear. The sight of her breasts heaving up and down as she gasped for a breath in her claustrophobic clothing sent waves of arousal southward in his body. She was still wearing the heels from earlier that night.
"I thought you'd gone to bed princess, why are you still up?" He asked.
She giggled. The sound hung in the air, making Haymitch feels vulnerable in the presence of her new-found confidence. "I found, try as I might, I couldn't get to sleep," her accent was coated with seductiveness, which Haymitch found incredibly sexy somehow. Gone was the Shrieks she would send his way, her vowels clipping as she spoke and her a's lower than anything he'd heard. Instead was an accent of the same manner; spoken in a tone that pleasures his ear drums exquisitely.
"Oh really, seemed pretty tired to me," Effie smiled at him and walked to over to where he was sat. She swung her hips promiscuously. Haymitch stood up, not wanted to be trapped as he was earlier. He noticed she was still a tad shorter than him; which made him notice the jet black heels she had on at the party.
"Notice you're still wearing your stripper heels," Haymitch observed.
Effie laughed once more.
"Well noticed," she said, "but they're not stripper heels," she smiled.
Haymitch shook his head. "No, they are."
"Are you calling me a stripper?" Effie asked, putting her head to the side, like a dog, waiting for commandment.
Haymitch smirked. It was his turn to be cocky.
"Well you certainly dress like one. And you're not exactly looking like a librarian at the minute." His voice contained smugness. Effie smiled again.
"Well I'm not wearing very much at the minute." Her eyes bore into his and he felt himself get heavier below. He didn't ask why that was, it didn't seem like the time. Slowly, her hands wandered up to his buttons on his shirt. One by one, in an agonisingly slow pace, she popped them. Eventually, she slipped it off his shoulders, folded it, and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Haymitch resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Typical Effie, even like this she was a neat-freak. He watched as her mouth opened, exploring his toned torso with her eyes. As if she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed him down onto the sofa and straddled him. She ground into his hips, making him moan slightly. Effie put her head to his ear and whispered, "I'm not a stripper, but I can act like one." Haymitch groaned as he became heavy, entranced by the lap dance she was giving him. It was excruciating, Haymitch couldn't take it any longer.
Putting his hands behind her back, Haymitch pulled Effie's corset tighter, making her gasp. Ignoring how hot he got upon hearing the sound, Haymitch loosened it up again. In retaliation, Effie's manicured, small hands flew to his belt- undoing it and unzipping his trousers, pushing then to the floor and taking them off. Straddling him once more, Effie actually kissed Haymitch this time, attacking her mouth with his, passion, hatred and lust all mixed into one. Effie lifted up her neck, exposing clear, capitol skin. Taking it as an invitation, Haymich sucked anywhere her could and he slipped off her knickers and threw them on the floor. Effie sighed, but he couldn't tell if it was from the kisses or the fact he threw the garments carelessly. Finally, Effie pulled down his boxers and stared at his length. Placing her own hand on her inner thigh, she stroked herself; mewling at the sight before her.
Haymitch smirked, "enjoying yourself princess?" Effie shook her head, snapping out of her daze.
"Sorry," she said. Getting on with it, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Feeling her entrance at his tip sent him into overdrive. He couldn't wait any longer; he had to have this woman. Sensing his urgency, she lowered herself, so that he was inside her. Both moaned at the contact. Effie rotated her hips to feel him more so. Haymitch watched as he face scrunched in pleasure. He was close and he could tell she was too.
"Oh! Haymitch right there!" She sped up.
"Effie," he moaned, watching her.
"Haymitch," she was practically screaming now.
"Effie," Haymitch could feel the tension.
"Haymitch," Effie's voice was replaced with that of Portia's. What?
"Haymitch," Portia said again, he felt a shaking sensation near his arm. "Wake-up idiot!"

His dream subsided and around him appeared the penthouse suite and Portia's face, Flavius and Venia in the corner, sniggering.
"Why'd you wake me woman? You're as bad as Trinket!"
Portia smirked, "oh am I now?" She asked. Haymitch knitted his eyebrows together. "What do you mean?..." Portia snorted as Flavius exclaimed, "oh, Effie!" Venia burst out laughing.
"Oh, shit..." Haymitch grunted.
"Relax, Haymitch. We won't tell her," Portia said kindly, a hint of a smile on her face.
"Won't we?" Flavius and Venia said in unison.
"No. We won't," Portia said sternly. "Effie doesn't need to know."
"Effie doesn't need to know what?" Effie trinket came into the room like a hurricane upon hearing her name. She wore a tight pink dress with the same black killer heels, which made Haymitch's hair stand on end.
"Nothing gorgeous," Portia said. All eyes were on Effie's slim figure as she made her way to the food table.
"Didn't sound like nothing to me." She took a bite of a muffin, "go on tell me, I won't bite."
"Well..." Portia voice wavered with uncertainty.
"We were just talking about fashion crazes." Venia interjected. "We were saying Effie doesn't need to know because she's already flawless. I mean, look at you. Your legs, your face, your tit-"
"-yes, thank you Venia." Portia interrupted, seeing Effie go bright red. "That was it Effs. Just fashion,"
"Hmmm" Effie looked at Portia, who stared back sheepishly. Then went back to her food.
"How do you eat that and stay perfect?!" Flavius said hurriedly.
Both Haymitch and Portia rolled their eyes.
"Oh, Flavius dear, you are quite the charmer." Effie said with a smile. She sat down next to Haymitch and heard a laugh in the corner. The kind of laugh where, try as you might, you can't hold it in. "Did I do something wrong?" Effie asked, worrisome.
"I don't think so, seems to be good, from what we know," Venia giggled.
"About the fashion!" Portia said, smiling at her skeptical friend. "You're in the top 10 of the capitol fashion-wise!"
"Oh, really? That's nice" Effie was looking anywhere but towards Haymitch. She was still a bit angry about their Argument the night before.
"So, Effie. How long did you stay at the party for?" Flavius asked.
"Not very long. Katniss and Peeta must have left around 10 minutes before me and Haymitch came back." Effie yawned. "Excuse me, I'm still a bit tired." She looked apologetic.
"I bet Haymitch is tired too," Venia said slyly.
"Well yes I suppose so, he didn't go to bed until after me." Effie said innocently. Haymitch glared at Venia.
"Well, me and Flavius have to go prepare Katniss. Coming Haymitch?-" Venia asked.
"-no, why the fuc-" Haymitch spluttered.
"Oh, sorry. Forgot you already did." Snorting and laughing down the corridor the 2 stylists left the remaining 3 alone.
Portia smirked.
"Portia..." Haymitch warned.
"I'm not laughing, promise!" She giggled. "I best be going anyway, catch you later Effs, yeah?" Effie nodded as her friend kissed her on the forehead.

"Alright Haymitch tell me what's going on right now or so help me-"
"Shut-up princess. I don't need your whining today." He held a hand to his temple, feeling the effects of a hangover kick in.
"Fine," and with that Effie retired to her room, unable to stand Haymitch's arrogance anymore.