This was a prompt from a friend who suggested Effie walking in on Haymitch getting changed! she also suggested I write one the other way round (Haymitch walking in on Effie) so I may write that up too later on :D

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"Haymitch Abernathy, you open this door right now!"

Effie had been pounding on his door for the past ten minutes, to the point where her hand had gone numb. It was five minutes past nine in the morning, meaning he'd already put her 5 minutes off schedule.

"Don't make me come in there!" She threatened. She could hear movement behind the door, so she knew he was up and about. He was just being an ass to her. As usual.

Slowly, out loud, she began counting down from 30. When she reached 0, she pushed open the door.

She opened her mouth to shout at him, but instead yelped in surprise.

Haymitch stood with his back to her, holding up a shirt clearly forced upon him by Cinna and analysing it carefully. But that wasn't what caused her to scream.

Haymitch was wearing nothing but his pants.

He turned around and smirked at her.

"Really, Trinket, you should have knocked," he said.

"I've been knocking for the past 10 minutes, you insufferable man!" She exclaimed, trying and failing to keep her eyes off the scar that ran across his abdomen.

Haymitch followed her gaze then looked back up at her.

"Surely you know it's rude to stare," he smirked, mocking her stance on bad manners.

"I just…what is that?" She asked before quickly covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm sorry, that was highly rude of me."

Haymitch waved it off. "You remember my Games, right?"

"Not really," Effie admitted. She'd watched them, of course, but she'd only been five years old when he'd won.

"Huh," he shrugged. "Took an axe to the stomach. That was fun."

"Oh, Haymitch…"

"I won in the end. Guess it was worth it…somehow."

Effie stepped toward him and reached out her hand to touch his scar, before realising her actions and withdrawing her hand. Now that she was closer to him, she could see multiple other scars across his chest.

"You have so many," she muttered.

"Yeah, some from my Games. Most from drunken accidents. Like this one," he pointed to a pale scar across his collarbone. "From that time I fell through that glass door at one of those stupid Capitol parties."

"You ought to stop drinking. There wont be much of you left at this rate."

"Nah, I kinda like drinking."

Effie narrowed her eyes, signalling that their brief moment of actual meaningful conversation was over.

"Get ready," she said, stepping back. "We leave in twenty minutes."

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.