"Effie, I am NOT trying on these Capitol fancy dress crap, I am not a clown",says an irritated Haymitch, not liking shopping in the Capitol stores one bit. Not liking shopping with Effie one bit.

"Haymitch!", says Effie In her clearly high-pitched-upset-capitol-accent. "These are not clown clothes. They are beautiful and bright, unlike the scruffy clothes your wearing. I am doing you a favour anyway"Now, I want you to find something to wear and try it on... and let me see you in it",says Effie, clearly annoyed with Haymitch's insult about the clothes her people wear. What was wrong with Capitol clothing? They are bright, cheerful and the sleeves and patterns make a wonderful statement to people. She will make sure that drunken fool walks out the store with at least two new shirts and a decent pair of pants.

Effie went to look at the purpled clothed section of the was admiring the ruffled top with sleeves,that had two delicate cuts in, to show skin a bit without looking too over the top. It was so beautiful, so purple, so her.

Haymitch watched the Capitol woman pick up the ridiculous purple top and saw her walking to the counter to a cashier, who was wearing ridiculous shades of green. He even had light gold skin. It hurt Haymitch's eyes looking at the cashier.

He kept looking around, hoping to find something that wasn't too crazy and bright. Yes! There on the rack were a pair of black leather jeans. He looked at the label, they were just his size. He was a bit skinny on the waist, but they would fit. He picked them up and went to the men changing rooms, accidentally tripping into an orange-faced Capitol man, who eyed Haymitch judgingly, then at the pants. Rolling his eyes, Haymitch went to the first empty room and closed the door.

Effie was picking at her nails, waiting for Haymitch to get out the changing rooms, so she could go back to their games suite and look at her schedule list. If he didn't hurry up, she would go in there and drag him out. That was not good mannered. It was just a thought in Effie's head because she was tired and didn't have good patience.

"Ok Princess, these pants are ok,can we go now?", Effie heared a voice say.

She looked up. Haymitch, the drunken victor, was wearing...LEATHER PANTS!

LEATHER PANTS, Haymitch was wearing leather pants. It shocked Effie because they showed so much on Haymitch's legs. So much muscle actually. When he turned around in a sarcastic twirl, she caught a nice view.

Wow...he, he has a nice...Effie no, don't go there, wow is bum. EFFIE! Bad manners. His bum though. I can see the muscle everywhere.

Effie wished her head would shut up. But that was hard, considering the nice view the pants were giving her. He did have a nice...

"Princess, have you finished yet?"

His voice made her jump from her thoughts and staring.

"Ugh, scuse me?", She asked, trying not to blush. But no, the heat was already on her cheeks. The make-up would not save the embarrassment.

"You keep looking at me, are you drooling too?" ,he said with a grin on his face.

Effie went to wipe her mouth, no drool.

"Just kidding Princess, but..." he said, walking to her in those fabulous pants. "You seem to be going a bit red". He poked her cheek lightly with his finger.

This was not helping.

"I caught you looking at my backside too sweetheart" he said, smirking like an idiot.

"I...I wouldn't do such..such..", Effie stuttered, failing to finish her explanation.

"Well, I have more reason to get these then sweetheart if your going to be goggling at my backside", he says, deliberately twirling around, making sure to strut slowly in the pants.

"I bet your watching me walk away sweetheart", he said a bit loudly.

"No I am not Haymitch",croaked Effie.

Liar!

She watched him walk-strut away, in those sexy leather pants. She hoped he wouldn't wear them around her, but she hoped he would. Effie was confused. But she did love those pants.