prompt : Can you please do one where everyone is charming sponsor for their tributes and Effie finds a really touchy and annoying one that wants to make a move on her and the Three Finnick, Haymitch and even Chaff go in her dfefense cause the guy is really really treating her bad.

So Much For Damsels in Distress

Haymitch made his whiskey twirl in his glass absent-mildly, not actually listening to what Chaff was blabbering about. His eyes were on the opposite side of the sponsors lounge where Effie was in deep conversation with a man whose hair had been dyed blue. She was all smiles and high pitched laugh and he kept touching her arm when he spoke which was beginning to annoy Haymitch quite a bit.

"What are you doing hiding in a corner?" Finnick asked, joining them next to the drinks table.

Haymitch didn't bother answering. He could feel his face becoming gloomier by the second.

"Well, Haymitch is watching a guy hit on Trinket and I'm watching Haymitch slowly die of jealousy." Chaff snorted. "Always entertaining."

"So glad I didn't miss the part where he goes into the fray…" Finnick grinned, stretching his neck to see what the sponsor looked like. "I love the moment when Effie starts screaming bloody murder at him for interfering in her hopeless quest for sponsors."

Haymitch rolled his eyes. "Once. It happened once. And don't you have anything better to do than speculate on what exactly is going on between me and my escort?"

Chaff and Finnick exchanged a look. "Nope." they answered as one. Finnick's cheeky smile was grating on his nerves but Haymitch wasn't about to give him the pleasure of letting his teasing get to him.

The hand of blue-hair guy was now resting on a permanent basis on Effie's arm. She had stopped laughing and her smile was strained. "Something's wrong." Haymitch frowned.

"And here we go." Chaff sighed, in a matter of fact sort of voice.

Effie pulled her arm free and shook her head, still smiling but a lot less amiably than before. He couldn't see the guy's face but Haymitch didn't like at all the way the sponsor grabbed her wrist back. The man took a step forward, very much invading her personal space.

"Alright, I'm with Haymitch on that one." Finnick said, all trace of amusement gone from his voice.

Chaff let out a dubious noise but he still put his glass down which told Haymitch all he needed to know. It wasn't just him.

The guy pulled on Effie's wrist, dragging her closer to the exit and she was clearly debating between resisting or following. Her eyes caught Haymitch's, her mouth pinched in a thin line and then she quickly matched the sponsor's pace so that it wouldn't look as if she was being steered out of the room. She didn't want to cause a scandal.

"Son of a…" he mumbled, letting go of his glass and charging to the doors.

Chaff grabbed his arm before he was half-way there. "Now, remember killing a sponsor won't sit well with Snow, buddy. Why don't you let Finnick…" Finnick had moved more swiftly than he had and was already by the door. Haymitch got free from Chaff's hold on him and followed Four's mentor out. "Or we can all get killed because someone's taken too many liberties with your escort, that works too..." Chaff shouted after him.

Haymitch barged out of the room, his blood already boiling in sheer rage but he didn't find what he expected… Instead of Effie being attacked, he found Finnick laughing madly and the blue hair guy moaning in pain on the ground, clutching his groin. Effie, arms folded in front of her chest, was shaking her head in obvious disappointment.

"Let that be a lesson to you." she chided the sponsor. "If a lady says no, it means no."

It didn't take long for Chaff to join in Finnick's hilarity. "So much for being damsel in distress, Haymitch! Your girl knows how to kick some ass…"

Haymitch gaped a little at Effie.

"Must you always be so crass, Chaff?" She winced in displeasure. "And I am most definitely not Haymitch's girl."

"Are you alright?" Haymitch asked, because they were all missing the point in his opinion. His hand shot for her arm on its own accord. "Did he hurt you?"

"Careful or you will end up like that one." Finnick laughed, before nodding to the man on the ground who was still trying to get his breathing back under control.

"Let's get out of here." he suggested, electing to ignore his friends' gibes.

Effie nodded her assent and they went to the elevators, leaving Chaff and Finnick to take care of the sponsor.

"I don't think we will find sponsors this year after that stunt." she sighed, once they were alone.

"Sweetheart, if a man tries to put his paws all over you like that one did, you can do whatever you just did again, sponsor or not." His eyebrows shot up. "How the hell did you get rid of him anyway?" He eyed her dress distrustfully, she could barely move in that…

Effie stared at him with that particular expression that said he was being stupid. "I took self-defense classes, of course."

"Of course." he snorted.

She frowned. "What was I suppose to do? Wait for you to come and rescue me?"

"I was going to." He shrugged.

"I can do my own rescuing, thank you very much." she huffed, but her lips twitched in amusement. "Although, it's nice to know you care."

"I don't, don't get any ideas into your pretty head." he denied instinctively. "Finnick was worried, that's all." She wasn't fooled, he could see it in her eyes. There was a twinkle of mirth dancing there.

"Why, I must thank him later, then." she mused. "Since it was his idea."

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes.

The elevator chimed to indicate they had reached the penthouse. He was about to step out when she grabbed his wrist softly and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you anyway." she whispered before sauntering out, leaving him confused and a bit dazed. He stayed rooted to the spot for so long the doors slid shut.