RonaldGarcia91 prompted : You know what... have you ever thought on write the story about Viola and Effie loathing for each other, maybe one where Chaff and Haymitch are drinking on one of the many capitol party for the victor and they see Effie and Viola having a full argument. And Haymitch and Chaff are amused watching them, making bets in who will rip the other wig first and they have to step in when Viola not so discreetly throws a glass of champagne on Effie's dress... after that Haymitch ask and Effie tells her.

For reference, Viola is an OC I invented who's also Eleven's escort. So… I didn't get to fulfill all the prompt because I couldn't fit the actual explanation in it but here goes my hc for Viola and Effie's rivalry. They're about the same age, had both a career in modeling before becoming escorts and were both constantly put one against the other by designers and fashion houses. I imagine Viola as being generally casted as "the bad girl" and Effie "the innocent" one even though they were constantly out for the same jobs and both have a strong temper which makes for loud and recurrent fights. There is a lot of history between the two (stolen jobs, stolen boyfriends, lots of false rumors started on both sides…) and it's how showbiz works… You need to make the buzz to survive and the Viola/Effie feud aaaaalways sells.

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"You know…" Chaff snorted. "I can't wait to tell Viola off about that. She's always nagging Seeder and me about remembering the cameras and look at her… Screaming like a harpy."

Haymitch took a sip of whiskey, his eyes never leaving the two women having a loud argument in the middle of the room. The music covered their voices but a lot of people were watching and whispering behind their hands. Viola and Effie were causing quite the scene at this party although, Haymitch had come to learn, it was part of the show. It gave some spotlight to District Eleven and District Twelve each year. Caesar always dedicated an aside piece to the Games with both of them and it usually turned ugly before the end of the interviews. It might have been a TV show, but there was bad blood between the two escorts.

Effie hated causing a scene. Somehow, Viola was always the exception to that rule.

"She's always screaming like a harpy." Haymitch pointed out. "Now, Trinket… She told me twice to behave before we left." And he couldn't wait to throw her own behavior in her face. "Ever wondered what it's all about?"

This feud between Viola and Effie had been going for as long as he could remember. Viola had joined District Eleven a year before Effie was appointed as his escort but they had seemed to be at war already. According to rumors, it had started well before they both became escorts.

"About who's the prettiest, what else." Chaff waved dismissively. "They're stupid like that."

Haymitch studied the dark-skinned woman clad in purple from shoes to wig and then turned his gaze to his own escort who was wearing a complicated dress made of iron… thingy. He didn't know how she could even walk with that, it looked like a chainmail. And yet, it flattered her figure a lot more than Viola's puffy outfit. They were both very attractive but…

"No real competition." he stated, taking another sip of whiskey. Viola was now gesticulating so much, her flute of champagne was in constant motion. Effie was standing still but her blue eyes were narrowed and she was clutching her own glass so hard he was half afraid it would burst.

"I don't know." Chaff hummed, tilting his head on the side. "Viola's an utter bitch but she's got a damn fine ass."

"Effie has a fine ass and gorgeous legs." he argued. "She wins."

"But Viola has boobs." Eleven's victor poured himself another glass. "Trinket's a bit short on that department."

Haymitch felt a flicker of annoyance. "Your escort doesn't hold a candle to mine. I know you're jealous but don't be a bad sport." Chaff's laughter boomed, causing a few heads to turn their way. "I don't see what's funny." Haymitch mumbled, masking his irritation with a new gulp of whiskey.

"You, being blinded by your crush on Trinket, that's funny." Chaff mocked. "I like Trinket better than Viola, I will give you that, but, seriously, Viola looks better."

"I wouldn't do her." Haymitch declared stubbornly.

"Well, I would." his friend kept chuckling. "I would do Trinket too but neither want me. They don't do crippled." He rose his lump in the air. "It disgusts them." Haymitch couldn't totally argue that Effie wasn't quite that shallow because he had seen her wince on more than one occasion when Chaff touched her with his shortened arm. "Between you and me, though… If I didn't know either of them and I had to choose based on the way they look… Viola would be the one. You can't tell me you wouldn't. I swear I won't tell Trinket."

Haymitch tapped on the rim of the glass with his fingers as he thought. He looked from Effie to Viola again but he couldn't really see the appeal. Yes, Eleven's escort was pretty and she had a nice cleavage that she wasn't afraid to show with low-cut dresses but Effie was… classier as clownish as she looked. Viola looked cheap next to her.

"I would go for Trinket." he shrugged.

Chaff rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. "Your lack of taste in women is as sad as your little crush on your escort."

"I don't have a crush on my escort." he muttered in his glass of whiskey. "Stop spreading that lie around, people are starting to believe it." Finnick for one.

"Buddy, you're so far in the land of denial, they're going to make you king." Chaff taunted before his face turned gleeful. "Oh, now we're talking… I sense a catfight."

Haymitch turned his attention to his escort again – his very wet escort. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened while he wasn't looking : Viola's glass was empty and she was sporting a smug smile. Effie looked ready to rip it off with her sharp fake nails.

"Okay, time to go home." Haymitch stated, putting down his glass.

Chaff made a face. "Can't we let them fight a little?"

"Do you want to keep the few sponsors you have left?" he retorted, already marching in the escorts' direction. He grabbed Effie's arm without any explanation or apology before she could do something too damaging like attack another escort in front of everyone. He dragged her outside and to their car despite her struggling and her protests, barely pretending to be happy for the cameras waiting in front of the building. "Just be glad I wasn't drunk yet." he snapped at her when she started to tell him off about the rudeness and the impropriety of their exit. "I could have let you tear her head off and then what?"

Their limousine was thankfully well-stocked with alcohol and he didn't lose a second before pouring himself a glass. Effie suddenly looked less angry and more repentant.

"I apologize." she offered, holding out a hand for the drink he had just prepared for himself. He surrendered it with a painful sigh that, he hoped, would let her know just how unbearable she was before he decided he didn't need a glass anyway and took a swing of the scotch bottle. "I always seem to lose my temper around Viola. Do you have to act this uncivilized ? Use a glass for goodness sake!"

He brought the bottle to his lips again just to annoy her. "You caused a scene, you don't get to lecture me on how to behave, sweetheart."

"I didn't cause a scene." She gritted her teeth and took a sip of her drink only to wince at the taste. She hated scotch, he knew. "Viola did. That woman I swear…"

Irritation flickered on her face and Haymitch didn't even try to hold back his smirk. "Chaff thinks she's more attractive than you."

"More attractive than…" She almost choked on the words. It was really funny to watch. "A monkey would have more taste than Chaff." she huffed. She crossed her legs, the dress hitched higher on her thighs. It made for a good view. He must have been staring a bit too insistently because she let out a small laugh. "Well, at least I do not have to ask what you think of the matter. It is painfully obvious where your preference lies."

"You're the only woman in the car, sweetheart." he snorted. "Who says I wouldn't look at Viola?"

He probably wouldn't though. She was too bitchy for his tastes. Although Effie could sometimes be a bitch, she usually was fiery, that was different.

"You wouldn't." she retorted with a definitive – and possessive – tone.

Haymitch let it slide. "What was it about?" He had his share of what he had dubbed "Viola's rant" over the years. It was always about a stupid comment or one of them apparently copying the other… Stupid silly shallow things. He wasn't really interested but it was better than discussing why he was so keen on looking at her legs.

"She insulted my dress." she spat and took another sip of her drink, apparently forgetting she didn't like it. She made a face again.

"Is that a dress?" he chuckled. "I thought you were getting ready to ride into battle or something."

"Mock all you want, this is going to be the latest fashion, I just know it. It's very pretty." She tried to smooth the small iron rings her dress was made off but soon stopped. "Very uncomfortable though."

"You bet." he mumbled. "Well, you're welcome to kill her on your own time but don't do it in front of sponsors." He was quite enjoying lecturing her, he realized with a smug smile, it made for a nice change.

She pinched her lips tight. "I already apologized. Do not push it, Haymitch."

"Or what?" he challenged, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "What do you think you can do?"

The car slowed down to a stop and an Avox opened the door but neither of them attempted to climb out. Effie was too busy glaring at him. "I can cut off your alcohol stock for the rest of the Games." she said sweetly before handing her still full glass as if he was nothing but a waiter. She then got out of the car, smiling and waving at the ever present crowd waiting in front of the Training Center in hope of glimpsing someone famous.

Haymitch downed her glass before doing the same. He caught up with her when she was almost at the doors, pinning her arm under his and slowing her down.

"What are you doing?" she muttered without ever losing her smile.

He waved enthusiastically at the Capitols who probably weren't that interested in Twelve but who had nothing better to do than cheer and shout for them.

"You won't touch my booze, sweetheart." he replied, low enough that she would be the only one to hear. "You don't want me as an enemy, I'm not Viola."

"Enemy." she spat before faking a laugh. "You are being ridiculous. I can make your life very unpleasant but you…"

"I can create a scandal that will take you weeks to handle." he threatened.

They weren't walking at all now and the Peacekeepers guarding the doors of the Training Center were starting to get nervous. They never liked it when victors and escorts lingered too much outside. There had been incidents in the past, crazy fans who would do anything to approach them – even if it was only the old drunkard from Twelve.

"Please." Effie grinned. "You are an amateur."

Haymitch's fake smile grew into a pleased smirk. "You brought this upon yourself, Effie."

Before she could reply, he cupped her face with his hands and placed a big sloppy kiss on her mouth. Her hands immediately grabbed his wrists but they didn't even try to pull him away, her lips parted – maybe out of shock, maybe out of something else – and Haymitch didn't resist the temptation to deepen the kiss just a little more. When he drew back, gasping for air, he made a great show of licking his lips and dabbing around his mouth for the lipstick he knew was there.

"Now, deal with it." he chuckled.

He left her there, amidst the increasing flashes of cameras and the hysterical shouting, ignoring her frantic whispered orders to come back at once. One of Caesar's minions was already standing in front of her when he ducked inside the Training Center and her face was on every screen when he reached the lobby, their kiss replaying on a loop on the right bottom of the TV. There was no sound but he didn't need it. She would handle it, diffuse it, claim he was drunk… Nothing would come out of it, it would be forgotten by morning.

Except that he had won this round and that was the greatest feeling in the world.

He watched on the screens as another limousine stopped and Chaff, Seeder and Viola's got out. It was only in the background, nobody paid them any attention, everyone was looking at Effie, screaming her name and begging for a picture or a signature. All the cameras were pointed at her too.

By the time Eleven's team reached the Training Center's doors, Viola was seething. She disappeared in a nearby elevator with Seeder who was painfully concealing her amusement.

"See, I was right." Haymitch shrugged helplessly when Chaff joined him. "People just like Effie better."

"What did you do?" his friend asked, not fooled by his innocent attitude.

"Haymitch!" Effie shouted in the empty lobby before he could answer. She marched on them like she was ready to stab him on the spot and, really, a sword was all that was missing to her chainmail outfit. "I could kill you right now."

He made a face. Time to face the music, he supposed.

She turned to Chaff first and wrinkled her nose. "If you think I'm less attractive than your poor excuse of an escort, I feel sorry for you." Chaff opened his mouth to defend himself but she was apparently done on the subject because she turned to Haymitch with a beaming grin. "Did you see her face? She was completely ignored. How humiliating. "

"Yeah." He didn't try to hide his amusement. "Not bad for an amateur, was it?"

"Not bad at all. I wouldn't object to an encore." she teased.

"Don't tempt me, sweetheart." He winked.

"What happened?" Chaff asked, glancing from Haymitch to Effie, obviously lost. "What did you do?"

"I do beg your pardon, Chaff, but this information is strictly reserved to members of my fanclub." she laughed. "Talk to Haymitch about joining sometimes."

She turned around and swayed her lips all the way to the elevator, throwing Haymitch a coy glance over her shoulder once.

"Again." Chaff chuckled. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Haymitch replied, watching the elevator doors slide shut with a smirk. "Nothing at all."