A/N frickle frackle at the end... So yup! Here you go chapter 7 already oh my stars! Hope you enjoy! And review if possible?:)

Dinner was awkward. There was no other way to describe it. Katniss and Peeta had returned from their sightseeing adventure to tension in the room, so thick you could cut it with a knife. Effie Trinket was fresh from her chambers; clad in fully buttoned up shirt and another tight pencil skirt that clung to her legs and ass.
Bar Effie, all the Capitolians were out, either partying or designing so it was just Katniss, Peeta, Effie and of course, Haymitch.
Wine glass forever full, Haymitch Abernathy took the chance to smirk mockingly at Effie before pushing his chest out and turning his shirt buttons around. In retaliation, Effie glared and sat even straighter, upturning her nose. Every now and again she would jump down from her pedestal to take a bit to eat, before once again returning to her favourite, snobbish position.
Katniss and Peeta were torn. On one hand they wanted to ask what had happened to cause the icy chill in the room; but on the other, they wanted to eat their meals as fast as they could, as to sprint out of the dining room and retire to their rooms- out of harms way. After all there was bound to be an arguement. Plus, with this kind of 'run-up' so to speak, it would be a big one, perhaps their biggest yet.
With a kick from Katniss under the table to hurry up and decide- the nosy Parker in Peeta won out.
"What's the matter Effie, you're normally so joyful and talkative," Peeta quizzed. Haymitch barked out a laugh,
"I question your use on adjectives boy. Talkative- spot on, princess here never shuts up does she?!" He laughed again, "but joyful I would doubt. For dear Effie Trinket here, is no more joyful than she is shy!" Effie was shooting daggers at Haymitch. But when blue-grey met silver, he carried on, her anger only feeding his glee.
"Irritating, yes. Annoying, yes. A prude, yes. A snob, yes. A slut, definitely. All words I would use to describe our Euphemia Trinket!" Haymitch was glowing from pride at how Effie was practically shaking with anger. Her nostrils flaring, she spoke slowly.
"That is a matter of opinion Haymitch, and one you should keep to yourself, may I add." Effie's voice suggested she was calm, but her actions betrayed her tone.
Haymitch pretended to think for a moment before answering.
"Why? When Peeta was so interested to hear it?" He asked.
"No that is not what Peeta asked," she spoke faster now. "Peeta asked what was wrong with me."
Finishing their dinners faster than normal, the victors slowly exited the room- hands over their ears- in preparation for the screaming match bound to follow this verbal tennis match.
Standing up, Haymitch said slyly,
"To be honest princess, I think they were just trying to make conversation. The way you were sitting made your tits stick out even more! Better to converse about other topics than make things awkward and bring those up, eh?" Haymitch strode over to the alcohol refreshments, sat on a tray, near the dark, Mahogany table.
As there was no one left to excuse herself to, Effie elegantly got up out of the chair and walked over to Haymitch. Turning around Haymitch to look at her when she spoke, he could see that Effie was livid.
"To be honest, dear," Haymitch grunted at the name. "I think they just had manners, unlike yourself!" Effie stepped closer. "You always have to mention me in an awful way!" Effie huffed and crossed her arms over her heaving chest, much like a child would after being told 'no'.
"No sweetheart, I just see you for what you really are. A self-obsessed slut who'll do anything to get some." Haymitch voice was covered with spite.
Effie took no notice of his insults but instead threw back some of her own. "That's rich, coming from a washed-up drunkard who could have made so much more of his life if he hadn't spent so much time drinking away his sorrows!" Haymitch laughed and moved away from her shaking form. With a cry of rage Effie spun him around and slapped him, hard. That was it, the flame that set off the fireworks.
Grabbing her, and picking her up, he slammed her against the wooden door. Both hands at her waist it made Effie feel uncomfortably excited- she was meant to be angry not aroused! Effie kicked at his shins, causing Haymitch to press his body against hers.
"Stop hitting me trinket, it doesn't make you right!" Haymitch growled. Her moan of frustration due to lack of freedom, caused his pants to tighten. Haymitch tried to distract himself, but her wriggling body against his sent sparks of pleasure in his pants.
Trying in vain to push him off her, Effie clawed at his back, wanting to move. This made him grab her hands above her head and as she whimpered, she knew, yet again, that she had lost. His face getting closer- he spat,
"What you going to do now Princess, I win." Before she had time to think about what she was doing- she attacked his mouth with hers, her tongue pulling him in for a ferocious kiss. Tongues battling for dominance, this was the way to win the argument. Effie overpowered Haymitch, and as she felt his knees buckle slightly she released her hands from his grip and flipped them around- so that he was against the door and she was pressing herself against him.
Haymitch moaned as Effie unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Pushing his trousers to the ground- she smirked as her fingers teased the waistband of his boxers. Haymitch groaned as she grasped his length. Her talons slightly scratched him now and again, adding to his pleasure. Suddenly she stopped and dropped to her knees. Her mouth closed around his manhood and she swirled her tongue around. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Feeling him clench- she got up. Haymitch shouted,
"What the fuck?! Trinket, get back down and finish!"
Effie giggled,
"No, I win!"
Outraged, Haymitch grabbed her arm- "oh no you don't!" Before Effie knew it she was sat up on the table- her legs wrapped around his waist. Hoisting down her skirt as far as he could, Haymitch ran his finger up her thigh and into her panties.
"Hmm, seems like you were enjoying it as much as me Princess," he smirked into her whisper. Blushing Effie said nothing. Instead, she ripped off his shirt, popping off all the buttons. She would not be defeated this time. She was winning by far!
"Eager?" Haymitch winked and Effie growled with hatred and lust.
"Not really, just want it over with," she retorted. Sensing it was a lie, Haymitch replied, "oh really? Because you're even more soaked than you were before sweetheart." Effie went crimson and Haymitch slipped off her underwear.
As soon as he entered her they both moaned. Effie ground up against him, craving more of him. Gladly, he gave it to her, thrusting in and out- getting faster with each movement. It didn't take long before Haymitch came, stars swirled in his eyes as he emptied himself. Panting, he bent down and pushed Effie up so she was laying on the tabletop. Opening up her legs wider- Haymitch licked her until she reached her heights, rotating her hips and screaming his name.
Having realised what she'd just done Effie gasped, pulled up her underwear and skirt- running into her room to prepare for the interviews in an hour or so. Haymitch was stunned. He walked slowly into his bedroom, rejoicing the fact he had beat her at her own game- again.