A/N: I literally love writing this story so much rn eek! Ok so knowing me and my obsessive nature with this atm I'll have another chapter up later:) Chaff was one of my faves to write about because he is such a player? I also imagined Flavius as sassy so there you go:D Promises of more hayffie next time, they just escaped from me in this one! Enjoy!:)

There was no other way to describe the party than extravagant. Beautiful fireworks, fancy alcoholic drinks. Everyone who attended was wealthy and well-known around the capitol which made the prep team happy- they caught up with the Panem scandal.
Men in fancy suits and girls in pretty dresses flittered around the dance floor below the low-lit chandelier and flashing lights. The music playing was of pre-dark days origin; a light tune played on violin and a fast pace.
Looking around Effie could see nothing but smiles and meaningless chatter. She herself was glowing. Her victors had deserved this. No matter what they may think. She felt as though Peeta and Katniss were in fact her own children, for she had grown to care for them as such. To see them upset or distressed broke her heart and sent her normally high spirits tumbling down.
Haymitch too felt pretty pleased with himself. The alcohol was brilliant- no denying that. Not a patch on Greasy Sae's though; but that was damn fine liquor. He had spoken to Plutarch Hevansbee too, the rebellion action was coming along nicely so that was good. Yeah, not a bad night. The kids seemed to once again be marvelled by the posh food on display. Haymitch shook his head and smiled. Damn kids, but aslong as they were satisfied- so was he.
It wasn't long before Haymitch spotted Chaff along the bar, tall and shouting at the bartender for another whiskey; Haymitch and Chaff were undeniably similar. Both alcoholics and mentors for the games- both effected by the so called entertainment the Capitol loved so dearly.
"Chaff!" Haymitch called.
"Mitchy! How are you lad? Get you a drink?" Chaff smiled showing missing teeth, but well-natured all the same.
"Sure thing buddy. How's Seeder?" Haymitch asked. He hadn't seen her at the party and wondered where she was. After all she was a nice lady and some more company wouldn't go a-miss.
"Fine, she was here a few hours ago. I think she got tired." Chaff shrugged. "Ah well. At least my escorts sick, she can't nag me about drinking so much. Nag nag nag, that's all she ever does!" Chaff mocked a mouth opening and closing with his hand.
"Ah, I can relate there. The princess is still ordering her servants to death. Trinket has been non-stop ever since she came to 12 to pick us up for the tour. Swear, she gets a kick out of bossing people- 'specially me. Always in my ear about this or that." Haymitch grumbled, reminiscing the argument on the train.
"At least yours is young and hot. What have I got to work with, eh? A bossy bitch, who don't take no for an answer. Mine ain't even got tits: I bet she's actually a man, although she dresses like a teenager. She thinks she's 18!" Chaff laughed. Haymitch joined in.
"Trinket ain't hot mate, looks like a clown. Her insane shoes drive me up the wall especially with a hangover." He shuddered at the memory. "Sure, she's a bit younger than yours- but at least her voice is tame. Trinket sounds like a screeching child."
Chaff looked at Haymitch and laughed.
"Your escort is fit as fuck. With or without her voice, I would still take her." Haymitch winced at the thought. Chaff took some more of his drink. "Speak of the devil." He grumbled so only Haymitch could hear. Haymitch turned around to see an ecstatic Effie Trinket walk up to the two men. She had a beaming smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. She still looked as gorgeous as she did earlier only the lighting made it harder to see. Slender legs shining from socialising and breasts coming out slightly from where Portia had to loosen her corset in the bathroom (she quickly got out of breath whilst dancing) Chaff whistled at the view.
"Well miss Trinket aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He looked her up and down and smirked; a knowing shine glistened in his eyes as he directed it at Haymitch. Chaff knew he was right about their previous conversation. Effie Trinket was attractive, no-one- not even Haymitch- could deny it, not without lying.
"Thank-you, Chaff." Effie smiled uncertainly. She was unsure if the compliment was sarcastic or not. Chaff made her uncomfortable. He was well known for his humoured crude actions and for being a drunkard.
"No problem dearest." Chaff winked. Effie swallowed.
"What do you want Princess?" Haymitch asked tiredly. He was not ready for another bollocking tonight.
"I just came over to tell you we're ready to leave. Portia and Cinna have already left and Venia felt ill so Octavia took her up. Flavius said he'll come up when we do- but the children look tired so I guess that's now..."
And it was true. Peeta was meant to be leading a dance but in fact he was barely awake. Katniss was clinging onto him for support as her head was drooping, but was trying to support him at the same time. Eventually they just swayed slightly, praying that their knees wouldn't collapse from exhaustion.
Haymitch nodded
"you take them to the elevator and I'll meet you there." Effie offered a flash of a smile at Haymitch and a nod to Chaff before taking off as fast as her heels could carry her.
Chaff chuckled "great ass too Mitchy, you're in luck with your escort." Haymitch quickly downed his drink before the conversation got back to Effie once more. He bid his goodbyes to his friend and made his way to the elevator.
Upon arriving in the lobby at the hotel- Haymitch was just in time to see a tired Effie and Flavius haul Peeta and Katniss into the lift. Effie got in with them, knowing they couldn't make the journey on their own without collapsing. She saw Haymitch waved and told Flavius she would meet him upstairs. Pressing the button the doors closed and she was gone.
'Oh great' Haymitch thought. If anyone was as annoying as Effie it was Flavius. Although Flavius was gay, he had shown no interest to anyone Haymitch was aware of, but he was never one to get involved with other peoples business.
Both men stepped into the elevator. Mirrored and gold, the tiny compartment felt bigger but also smaller at the same time. The doors closed and Haymitch felt a sense of awkwardness he needed to get rid of. He looked at Flavius and smiled slightly. Flavius beamed back and said something about how fabulous the party was. Haymitch nodded and agreed but his mind was somewhere else. Effie Trinket flooded his brain once more as the situation in the elevator sprung to his memory. He smirked and chuckled. Flavius look confused but carried on chatting away.
Once they arrived Haymitch longed for the sweet release of sleep. It must have been around 3am and the adrenaline had wore off. His ears were still banging from the music and his head was getting a familiar pain of that of a hangover.
Upon stumbling to his room he laid on top of the bed; still fully clothed, and fell into a deep sleep thanks to the liquor.