Punch, punch, punchity-punch, breathe, punch punch, I thought as my fist connected with the punching bag that seemed to be stuffed with metal. I continue to punch the bag and ignore the bruises forming on my knuckles. I wince at the thought of my broken and chipped nails, but try to remember that being able to fight is more important than my perfect nails. Those of us going on the mission have been training to fight for the past 3 days, and it has been a very painful experience. I am just dreaming about a nice large tube of cold hand lotion to soothe my poor hands when I am saved. The authoritative voice of the trainer frees me and I back away from the punching bag of death.

"We are done for today you guys, but tomorrow we will work on target practice with guns" I smile, knowing this won't be painful and for once, I won't be incredibly behind the rest. Being the only person who is from the Capitol and has had very little experience with hand-to-hand fighting, I was far less able in that area than my teammates. Even Haymitch is able to fight very well when he isn't in a drunken stupor. However, I am pretty good with a gun in my hand, so I won't feel like a dead weight tomorrow.

I go back to my room and take a shower, allowing the hot water to relax my muscles. I get out and change into another pair of those awful outfits and brush my hair out. Once my hair dried into loose brown waves, I went into the bathroom to put on my makeup, when I remembered that I have no makeup with me. I sigh and decide that I look somewhat presentable, at least enough to leave my room.

While walking down the residential halls, I try to keep myself from missing life in the Capitol. Yes, it was a disgusting and corrupt system and yes, I am still living in much better conditions than I currently am but it's still hard to not have my polished and perfect look all the time. I'm just glad I brought my 4 bottles of hand sanitizer with me or I would probably go insane.

My inner thoughts distract me and I nearly pass my destination. I turn on my still-intact heels and knock on the door right behind me. The door opens and behind it stands an incredibly attractive man who happens to be my best friend. In one hand he is holding a bottle of champagne and in the other he is holding 2 glasses, and a small plastic rectangle with a picture on the front is tucked into his elbow. I am just about to ask him if I was interrupting when he says "Oh hey! I was just about to find you, I found something that is really cool and I want to show you." I laugh and enter the room. We sit down on the couch in his room and set the champagne and glasses on the coffee table. Finnick holds onto the rectangle with both hands and opens it, revealing a small disk that has a similar picture to that on the front. The graphic was the words 'That 70's Show' in yellow bubbles with a smaller 'season 1' below it. I turn to him and give him a look that he should know the meaning of and he explains that it is something called a 'DVD' that plays movies in a device that connects to the television. He says that they were in the storage area of the underground and nobody wanted them, so he took the devices. We pour 2 glasses of the champagne, put the thing called a DVD into it's player and relax on his couch.

"Hahahaha! That was a good burn!" I say and sip my champagne. It is 2 hours and 4 episodes into the series and we are both a bit tipsy. He laughs and nods as the boy with pretty hair, whose name is Kelso I believe, get's beat up by the boy with very curly hair. We just sit there, laughing at the characters of this show's stupidity and drinking. I lift my glass to my lips and catch a glimps of my broken nails. This causes me to burst into tears for a reason I don't quite understand. Finnick looks at me and asks, "What's wrong Effie?" I shake my head and try to control my sobs. His holds me against his body, and it feels comforting and warm rather than like I am being infested with millions of bacteria. He just hugs me and strokes my hair, as though knowing I will tell him what's on my mind. He's right, as he often is. "Look at me!" I scream like a mad woman, and maybe I am, "I'm a mess! My nails are ruined, my hands are bruised, my only suit is ruined as is my wig so I've had to wear my actual hair and I don't even have any makeup so I look like a hag!" Finnick backs away from me slightly and holds my shoulders. "Effie, you are a beautiful person and you don't need a cute outfit, fake hair, a fake face of fake nails to make you beautiful. You are a great person and my best friend and if anybody thinks you aren't as kick ass as I know you are I will kick their asses!" I laugh at him and shake my head "I know that, or at least I do when my brain isn't full of mind-inhibiting chemicals, I just miss the control I have with my appearance, it was comforting". "Please! You are the most in control person I know, it even gets a bit irritating". I glare at him and push him away. Finnick glares and pushes me back. We continue to fight until I suddenly stop to have some more champagne.

"Well, I should go before I am so drunk I get lost" I say to Finnick, but not before sucking the last drops out of my last glass of champagne, and savor the bubbles in my mouth. I give him a hug and leave his room. The walk back to my room is a little bit more difficult that the walk from it. I stumble along the halls and nearly run into a corner, but instead I run into the man walking around the corner. It takes a moment to take in his face but the scowl makes me realize whom it is. "Haymitch" I say as a greeting. He laughs, probably because I am using his body to support mine and he says, "drink a bit too much?" I nod, too drunk to really care about his mocking. The world spins and I clutch the man's shirt. I feel warm hands clutching my upper arms, and it is as though they are keeping me from falling onto the ground. I open my mouth to say what I believe is a smart comment when the world turns again, and this time I feel myself fall. Rather than the hard floor I don't feel any impact, only two strong arms and a warm chest holding on to me. My eyelids droop and I manage to mutter "thanks asshole" before my world goes black.

I'm moving, which is odd considering that I am laying down. I am actually laying in a rather strange position, part of me hanging yet I am tucked into something, something that is hard and warm and feels oddly good against my side. I realize that something is holding me, and I open my eyes. Up above me is the face of Haymitch, which frightens me a little bit. At first I think he has kidnapped me and plans to kill me so I can never annoy him with my 'superficial jabber' again but I am way too comfortable and way too tired to care whether he kills me or not. I feel myself being lowered and surrounded by a soft cloud. The cloud feels nice and allows me to sink. I cuddle into the cloud and feel something cover my body. I grab the object and hug it close to my body. I rest against the cloud and drift away into a wonderland.

AN: So how was it? I hope it was good considering I haven't updated in a while so sorryyyy! I bet you can't guess what show I was watching while writing this? Well actually you can, it's pretty obvious. Anyhoo I was thinking about maybe doing a quick think in Haymitch's p.o.v. of the part from him seeing her to walking her back to the room, then going back to Effie's. Would that be good or should I just stick to Effie? Thank you all for reading this and thank you for reviewing! Love you all