Can you write a fic where Haymitch, Portia, Cinna and Effie are drunk. Portia kiss Effie and the men are speechless. Later Haymitch talks with Effie and discovers it's not the first time. I'm obssesed with your writing!

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Only a guy after all

Victory was undoubtedly a cause for celebration. At least, that's what they thought when they opened what must have been the 5th or 6th bottle of finest wine the capitol had to offer. Only the best of course, it wasn't everyday that district 12 won the hunger games- let alone 2 tributes make it back out again.
"To district 12!" Cinna exclaimed, holding his glass up. A round of cheers followed with smiles on everyone's faces, and cheeks glowing from the alcohol.

Effie was ecstatic and relieved. She had finally managed to, basically, do her job properly. She sighed contently and laid her head back to rest on the sofa, watching Cinna and Portia chatter quickly, evidently quite tipsy. Haymitch was listening in but not contributing to the conversation. Effie didn't know what had gotten into her, but she couldn't but stare at the victor, feelings scrambling wildly in her mind. She was quick to blame it on the alcohol, too quick perhaps.
"Oh Effie!" Cinna called from across the room. "Please, do come join us!"
Smiling at him, Effie half-walked, half-stumbled her way over to where they were sat. Portia pulled her down next to her and Effie tumbled into her lap. Too lazy to move at that moment, Effie stayed there. Both of the girls started giggling, the boys watching them with amusement on their faces.
"Soooo," Effie slurred. "Whatcha guys talkin' 'bout?" Haymitch couldn't help but chuckle. The mispronunciation of her words was so unlike her.
"Oh nothing much. Just how we WON THE HUNGER GAMESSS!" Portia shouted, then proceeded to laugh.
"Well, Katniss and Peeta did..." Cinna corrected.
"Details, details," Portia said, waving off his comment.

As time passed by and the evening became older, the conversation simply turned into mindless chatted between the two girls. Long lost was talk of winning and hunger games, replaced was fashion advice and gossip, with the odd compliment here and there.
"You know, Effie," Portia stated. "You should always wear those lovely, short, tight dresses. Do you know why? Because you're really hot. Everyone says so, even Cinna, and he never compliments ANYONE really! I would do anything for your legs and stomach," Portia sighed at the truth behind her words. Effie just giggled, too intoxicated to take the compliments thrown her way. However, Portia carried on anyway.
"AND you're soooo pretty! You're probably the prettiest girl I know. With and without make-up. Can someone please explain to me how that's fair?" She looked to Cinna and Haymitch expectantly, as if they could provide an answer. "I mean, just your pretty eyes, your pretty nose, your pretty lips..."

Before Effie could even register what was going on, Portia pressed her lips agains her own; in what turned out to be quite a passionate kiss. Once Effie had gotten over the surprise, she moved her mouth back in rhythm with Portia's. Parting suddenly for breath, Effie was still giggling and leaned in for another.
Haymitch and Cinna could do nothing but watch, transfixed by the girls in front of them. Indecent scenarios most likely going through both of their minds.
The kiss was getting more and more heated by the minute. Portia's hand had made it to Effie's high, inner thigh and Effie had started to lay down on the sofa, her arms locked around Portia's neck. The both of them laughing all the way through.

However, once Portia ghosted her other hand over Effie stomach and Effie started moaning and arching her back, Cinna felt the need to stop them- much to Haymitch's dismay.
"We should probably stop them now," Cinna yawned. "It's getting late,"
"I'm sorry, do you not see what's in front of you?!" He gestured to the girls who were now on top of each other; getting more into it by the second.
Cinna laughed, "take a cold shower Haymitch, I'm putting Portia to bed," with that, the stylist stood up and shook Portia's shoulder.
She turned her head to look at him. "Hi Cinna, want to join?" She winked.
Effie giggled again, "hello Cinna! You and Haymitch enjoy the show?" She looked at Haymitch and grinned. Haymitch simply threw his arms in the air, he was just a guy, after all.
"We did, but it's time to stop now. It's getting late,"
"Nooo," Portia complained and Effie pouted.
"Sorry Porsche, come on, bed." Cinna said, sternly.
Reluctantly, Portia stood up said goodnight to Haymitch and Effie and walked off with Cinna.
"Goodnight Portia!" Effie shouted, then erupted into another fit of laughter.

"I think it's also time for you to go to sleep, Princess," Haymitch suggested, already, he hated being the responsible one.
"So do I," Effie agreed, much to his surprise. She yawned and stretched, her chest puffing out against the tight material of her chest. Standing up, Effie instantly regretted it as she almost fell.
"Ouch-y," she said childishly. Haymitch laughed at her, but picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bedroom.

"So what was that then, princess?" He asked on the way through the halls.
"What was what?" Effie mumbled sleepily.
"Your little session with Portia," he pressed.
"Oh that," she said tiredly. "Don't get your hopes up, it won't be a regular occurrence,"
They reached her bedroom. Carefully, Haymitch opened the door. "Why did it happen. You didn't seem too keen to stop it." One thought was presence in his mind, but it seemed ridiculous, she couldn't be... "Are you gay?" He asked.
That truly made her laugh. "Most certainly not. It happens sometimes, however both myself and Portia are straight. We only kiss if we're drunk, and even then it hardly happens. Let it go, Haymitch; you won't be seeing it again," Effie could practically see the eye roll he had sent her way.
He laid her down in her bed, realising she would go insane if he even tried to take her clothes off.
"I won't even remember this in the morning," Effie smiled and Haymitch chuckled slightly.
"No you're right, you won't," Haymitch agreed. "Goodnight, Princess,"
"Good night Haymitch," she muttered sleepily.
As he closed her door to the sound of her heavy breathing, he couldn't help the flurry of indecent images, shooting through his mind. He was only a guy after all.