Prompt : Can you do one where Portia is going to find something propper for Haymitch to wear for a party at the Capitol and she finds one photo of a young Haymitch and Effie on their first years as victor and scort hidden on his clothes and in the back there is a little caption that says "She looks beautiful in Red" and she makes sure Effie will look her best just for him and then Cinna and Her don't stop teasing him.

In Red

Cinna battled to make his way to Haymitch, the opening ceremony was even more crowded than usual because of the Quell. He found him sitting alone, three empty seats next to him. Cinna took one with relief.

"Katniss is ready." he said. "She knows what to do. Do you know where Portia is? I couldn't find her."

Haymitch nodded at a few rows of seats below. Cinna was fazed by his taciturn attitude, Effie had warned him that Haymitch hadn't had anything to drink for some time. The girls weren't hard to spot even in the colorful crowd, they were talking with a few men, Portia was wearing a turquoise long-sleeved dress of his design and Effie was sporting an exquisite red bubble-dress Portia had designed especially for her and she was wearing it very well. Cinna had half a mind to ask her to model for him.

"Effie looks good, don't you think?" he asked, innocently enough. Haymitch threw him a dark look but didn't offer any comment. "Red suits her."

"If you say so." Haymitch mumbled, looking dejected.

It wasn't long before Portia left Effie to her admirers and climbed up the rows of seat to them. She sat next to Cinna but immediately leaned in to talk to Haymitch. "Did you see Effie's dress? What do you think?"

Haymitch looked from Cinna to Portia and from Portia to Cinna with suspicion. "As ridiculous as usual." he said.

Far from being vexed, Portia's smile widened. Cinna reclined in his seat, ready to enjoy the show.

"Red is very much her color, isn't it?" she insisted. "Look at her, isn't she beautiful?"

Haymitch's eyes didn't stray from the stylist. "Effie always looks her best. What's this all about? Why are you so obsessed with her and red all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." Portia shrugged, mischief written all over her face. "Why are you?"

He frowned. "I am not."

"I designed that dress with you in mind, you know." Portia said with a smug smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, woman." Haymitch growled before looking at Cinna who raised his hands in defense. He didn't want to get involved in that.

Portia, though, wasn't about to back down so easily. She put her hand in Cinna's front pocket and rummaged around without asking for permission – she often used his pockets as surrogate given that her dresses never had ones and she often didn't bother to bring a purse. She found what she was looking for easily enough and handed back an old photograph with dog-eared corners. Cinna pretended to be fascinated by a bird eating crumbs on the row below them.

He had seen the photograph countless times because Portia thought it was cute. It was a photo of a younger Haymitch and Effie, first year as an escort for Effie probably. She was wearing an impressive red dress and Haymitch had inscribed on the back in unsteady letters that made Cinna think he had been drunk at the time: beautiful in red.

"Where did you find that?" Haymitch snatched the photo away angrily. "Who gave you permission to go through my things?"

"You did." she said smugly. "During Victory Tour. You said I could go into your closet to pick out your clothes."

Haymitch didn't look very impressed. "Does this look like clothes to you?"

"It looks like a crush to me, actually." She grinned. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you're nosy." he retorted, before pointing an accusing finger at Cinna. "And I thought you were my friend."

Cinna couldn't help his smile. "I'm your friend. I made sure she didn't tell Effie."

"Neither of you are fun." Portia sighed before getting up and sauntering back down to where Effie was still talking to potential sponsors.

Haymitch was feigning disinterest but Cinna could tell he was keeping an eye on the stylist and the escort.

"She does look good in red, though." Haymitch relented, at last.