I got my first prompt from a reader, and tried to make it work!

This is the second part of "Fool"

"Oh damn im in love with this OS, i read it three times, the fight, the fear, the feelings, everything was right, can you do a second part on this one? One where Effie gets herself together and get ready for the party, once there, she tries over and over again to explain what happened and he just keeps attacking her. In fron of everyone and Finnick sees this and go to ask him to calm down only to recieve insults from a drunk Haymiitch, he realises what is happenning and he tells Haymitch that Effie bought him to be with Annnie, she is there for mentor dutties and Finnick couldnt see her and Effie wanted to help and did that. Haymitch is left there drunk and being mad with himself cause he just hurt Effie too much in a way she will never forgive him."

Effie corrected the sleeves of her colorful dress making sure, that they covered her hands. Long sleeves were so completely passé, but she didn't have much choice. Last thing she needed, was somebody paying attention to blue marks Haymitch's fingers had left on her wrist. She bit her lips remembering those few awful minutes in his room. Haymitch has always been drunk, biting and sarcastic, he has always criticized her habits, her clothes and hairstyles, but until that terrifying moment he had never been brutal. His behavior left her puzzled and frightened. She watched him standing on the sidelines trying not to been seen, she didn't want to fuel his anger.

He had appeared some time ago, well actually he had been dragged to the party by other mentors but seemed like no matter how much alcohol he consumed his mood didn't improve. He kept nursing his drink his eyes filled up with pure hatred. Effie flinched when she felt them on herself, but she couldn't avoid him any longer. Keeping the mentor company in such occasions was one of her duties, so she simply couldn't spend the evening away from him. It would immediately arouse guesses and suspicions, and after her last stunt with Finnick she didn't want to give the Gamemakers any more reasons to doubt her loyalty to Capitol.

Gathering her courage she came up to him trying to stay out of his eyesight and praying that amongst people he would refrain himself from creating a scene. That should be enough. For everyone who observed them it would look as if they were together fulfilling their duties as the mentor and the escort of District 12. Provided that Haymitch wouldn't lose control.

"What? Don't you have enough? You want another round? " he asked not looking at her " You keep squirm around like some freaking blood thirsty animal. I don't want you here! What are you good at anyway? Bringing children to their deaths with big simile and that loud trap of yours!"

Effie winced. She knew that he did on purpose, because she hated the sight of blood and hated seeing her tributes, her kids dying. He knew that her broad smile was a mask behind which she concealed her true feelings in fear of Capitol. So why did he do it? Why did he cut her like that?

"Please Haymitch not here" she begged looking around cautiously in hope that nobody noticed his behavior " Whatever I did , whatever happened to make you like this, please don't do it here! Let's go to the penthouse and talk"

"In a hurry to get alone with me, don't you? Must be really desperate. What happened? No offers for the evening? " he asked raising his voice. How could she do it? Just stood before him with that innocent look in her eyes pretending that she didn't know what he talked about. She was mocking him believing that she could still play her little games! His temper flared. He was not a fool! " You should try again here, after all you aren't very fussy. It doesn't matter if it's the victor, the mentor or even the drunk ! As long as they have money or influences, or just make you famous you're on it. Who knows maybe you'll be able to bed some Gamemaker tonight, now that would do some good for our tributes! And now get the fuck out of my sight, I'm not interested in sloppy seconds!" he shouted the last words and complete silence ensued.

Even the thick make-up couldn't hide her sudden paleness. Effie felt droplets of sweet collecting on her neck. She couldn't find a strength to turn away and look at people surrounding her. She could felt their eyes on her while they were puzzling which of Haymitch's words were the truth. She felt bile rise in her throat. He called her the murderess of children and the whore. She didn't know what hurt her more. Play Effie, play! She couldn't let them see her pain. They would use it against her. Summoning a smile she turned and moved toward the buffet ignoring looks and whispers following her.

Haymitch reached for the bottle. He had enough. He was fed up with Capitol. He was fed up with life.

He watched Effie's back and noticed delicate, almost bird-like quivering of her shoulders. He had seen it before. He knew that by now her eyes were full of tears and she was trying not to cry. He felt twinges of conscience and took a step forward, but the sight of Finnick rushing to her stopped him. He didn't want to be near them. He turned and went towards the terrace.

"Effie? Are you alright?"

She blinked violently trying to chase away tears. Bursting out crying in public would be an icing on a cake. With that her humiliation would be complete.

"Of course dear. It is a wonderful party, don't you think?" " she laughed and reached for the snack

"Every party is perfect if you are there " Finnick picked up her game stealing the slice of shrimp from her plate and smiling with boyish charm when she scowled him playfully "But it appears that Haymitch had yet again exaggerated with alcohol and started talking nonsense "

"As ever, you know how he is. At least he didn't start singing. That would have been a total disaster"

Finnick agreed and keep talking with her conscious of the hubbub surrounding them. Their ruse seemed to take the desired effect. Gossipers started losing an interest.

"Effie, are you alright? " he asked again more quietly "What was it?"

"I don't know Finnick. I just don't know. He has been strange all day long. Perhaps it's simply this time of the month " she tried to joke ignoring his concern "Please forgive me, but I'm ready to go now. I have headache "she excused herself, but he wasn't going to have that. He clutched her hand and Effie yelped. Finnick knitted his brows and promptly ignoring her protests raised the sleeve of the dress. At the sight of purple bruises surrounding her small wrist like a wicked bracelet he felt his blood boiling

"Effie!"

"It's nothing. Really Finnick, it happens, Don't worry " she tugged the sleeve down frightened by the change which occurred in him.

Seeing her anxiety Finnick let his face relax and kissed her cheek " You know, this party is becoming dull, and you should rest. Tomorrow is a big day. "

"Finnick, you are not going to... " she asked worried

"Darling, don't worry! Rest, you deserved it! " he offered her his arm and skillfully maneuvering them amongst nosy guest get her to the elevator "Sweet dreams Effie".

His smile disappeared the moment the elevator door closed. He turned and with hurried pace moved towards the terrace. He was going to murder him.

Haymitch was taking another sip from the bottle when someone's hand knocked it from his hand. The bottle fell down on the floor splashing the booze all around. Haymitch suddenly found himself staring at the last person he wanted to see.

"Finnick Odair, what a pleasure. Did you get bored with ladies? " he smirked " Sorry but I don't do boys"

"What the hell is your problem?! " Finnick pushed Haymitch with his arm. Haymitch wobbled and glared at the younger man

"Watch it boy" he warned him coldly "I still can beat the crap out of you"

"What are you waiting for then" Finnick came up closer and pushed him again "or maybe you are just talk, only being able to be rough with defenseless women! You don't have a guts to fight with the man but it is easy for you to put bruises on the woman " Finnick shouted getting hold on the front of Haymitch's jacket and shaking him.

Haymitch only pushed his hands away. He didn't believe that he actually hurt her during their earlier encounter but sometimes blinded with her dresses and personality he managed to forget that Effie was indeed a small woman. Now thinking about it he knew that perhaps he exaggerated , but even if he left some bruises on her skin she left even more on his heart. They were even.

"And what is your problem?! Are you afraid that I spoilt your toy ? " he leered " I ensure you that I didn't damage any essential parts "

For a moment Finnick's eyes shone with pure fury but after few seconds when his minds started working again he finally managed to grasp the meaning behind Haymitch's words and his eyes flicker with understanding and pity.

"My God, Haymitch, you absolute, utter fool!" Finnick groaned "You fool!"

Haymitch looked at him strangely. Finnick shook his head "It is about those two last nights. It's because of that you behave like the angry bear " he chuckled just thinking about it.

The vein on Haymitch's chin twitched .He didn't want to listen about Finnick's conquests. There wasn't enough alcohol in whole Capitol to make him live through that. He started towards the exit.

"She did it for me you know! She took a risk for me!" Finnick called after him and Haymitch stopped. What was the kid talking about? Could he be really that fucked up by Capitol?

"She bought me for Annie, otherwise we wouldn't been able to meet. Mentors cannot buy company, but escorts can. She shouldn't have done this, because it showed them that she cares and that always dangerous but she's a good person and she felt sorry for us" Finnick explained " Haymitch, I spent two last nights with Annie "

Haymitch felt sick in his stomach. It wasn't possible! Finnick had to lie! Because if he didn't lie … Haymitch clenched his fists feeling nails digging into his skin.

"It's a lie" he tried

"Ask Annie if you don't believe me" Finnick shrugged and Haymitch just bowed and vomited. What had he done?!

Finnick watched the bent mentor without sympathy waiting for him to finish.

After few minutes Haymitch rose and wiped out his mouth with his hand. He didn't have a clue what to do next. He glanced at Finnick but the boy lifted his hands and shook his head

"No way! You are alone in this"

"Just like that?" Haymitch asked spitefully "you drop a bomb and you walk away? And here I thought that you actually give a damn"

"You are the one who fucked things up and you are going to fix it, but while you at it , bear in mind one thing" Finnick went closer ignoring the stench of vomits "if you ever repeat today's show, if you ever leave another bruise on her skin, I will kill you " Finnick stretched his mouth in feral smile

Haymitch didn't make any comment. He didn't have to, both knew that there wouldn't be next time. Finnick because he was sure that Haymitch got his lesson, and Haymitch because he was certain, that after the today Effie wouldn't let him near her. In the end he turned out to be the even bigger fool than he thought and again screwed everything up. Maybe he should have asked Finnick to kill him? How on earth would he face Effie? Provided of course that tomorrow there would ne anyone but himself in the penthouse. For all he knew Effie could be already gone. Perhaps right now she was packing up and filing the request for the transfer. And if she did all that, he couldn't even blame her for it. After what he did, what he said the best he could do was to let her walk away

Haymitch groaned burying his face in his hands. What fool he turned out to be. Complete utter fool.

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