Also I was wondering if you're still taking prompts for 'Have a drink sweetheart' then maybe you could do one where unlike chapter 55 where she doesn't need Haymitchs' help to escape the guy hassling her in this she actually does need him to rescue her and Finnick and Chaff notice and after she's ok they give him some friendly grief about how worried he was:)

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Hello :) I don't know if you're still taking prompts but if you are could you please do one at a Capitol party where a creepy Capitol guy is hitting on Effie but she's not really interested so he spikes her drink or something and haymitch and chaff have to intervene and take her home because she's like paralytically out of it? Thank you so much if you do it, your fics are awesome ;)

I have trouble seeing Effie as someone needing help handling that kind of things because she's probably very used to it so… I twisted the prompts, I hope you won't mind. Warning for disturbing topic being discussed as obvious in the prompts although nothing is graphic and nothing actually happens.

Drugged

Effie looked through the crowd with a growing feeling of panic. She couldn't find Haymitch anywhere.

"Any luck?" Livia, District Six's escort, asked as she came to a stop next to her. She was out of breath too but Effie didn't paid it any mind.

"No… I don't think he's in here…" she replied, trying really hard to collect herself and keep it together long enough to help her victor. Livia had informed her ten minutes earlier that she had seen a woman – the same woman Effie had been dealing with less and less patiently all week – slip something in Haymitch's drink and, really, Haymitch should have known better but it was partially her own fault. The woman wasn't a sponsor but she had enough connections to get in and out the Training Center as she pleased and she was an avid fan of Haymitch. Effie had dealt with her fair share of crazy people but this one gave her the creeps. She had even tried to buy him when he hadn't shown any interest in her which had made Effie quite mad.

"Look, Chaff is over there." Livia pointed to a dark corner of the room. "Maybe…"

Effie was already gone. She stopped in front of Eleven's victor table but only Finnick was sitting next to him.

"Do you know where Haymitch is?" she asked, a tinge of despair in her voice. Finnick frowned, Livia who had caught up with her placed a comforting hand on her arm. "It's important, Chaff, you need to tell me."

Chaff was always aware of Haymitch's little stunts. If her victor had simply slipped away to a bar, he would know. If…

"I don't think he wants to see you right now, love." Chaff snorted. "He found himself another girl to play with… I saw them walking to the elevators."

Effie and Livia exchanged a glanced before the other escort squeezed her arm. "I will tell Seneca. He will send Peacekeepers. Discreet ones."

"Peacekeepers?" Chaff chuckled, he was obviously quite drunk. "Because he found another…"

"Shut up, Chaff." Finnick said, getting to his feet. "Effie, what's going on?"

She stammered her way through the whole story as quickly as she could. It seemed to sober Chaff up because he was the one to suggest to not wait for Peacekeepers. Effie was all in favor of that plan and she lead the way to the penthouse.

The two minutes elevator ride was almost more than she could bear.

When the chime echoed in the small cabin, her heart was racing so much she could hear the rush of blood in her ear. They burst in the penthouse, Finnick immediately ran in the direction of the bedrooms, Effie lingered in the hall and Chaff hovered between the two of them uncertainly. She didn't know if it was instinct or this odd gift that always seemed to help her knowing where Haymitch was in a room but when she heard noises from the living-room, she didn't hesitate.

She barged in, full of anger and fear. The only thing she saw was the woman seductively unzipping her dress in front of a chair on which Haymitch was slumped, barely conscious and bare-chested. She saw the old white scar on his side before her vision turned red.

She barely heard the woman's gasp or her ridiculous protests about the fact that Haymitch wanted them to leave. She didn't listen to her threats either. She grabbed her arm and pulled her back, away from Haymitch – that was all she was capable of thinking : away from Haymitch – and when the woman struggled too much, she gripped her green dyed hair and strung her along to the hall. Finnick and the Peacekeepers appeared at the same time.

"Deal with her." she ordered flatly.

"We need to know what she gave him." Finnick reminded her.

The woman refused to answer, pretending that no one understood the situation and Haymitch was interested in her. Effie heard one of the Peacekeeper muttering "nutcase" under his breath and, as much as she didn't approve of name-calling, she couldn't help but agree.

"We'll take her in custody, Miss." the Peacekeeper told her. "Maybe she will be more talkative in a cell. I will send a doctor up, too."

Effie nodded and accepted Finnick's offer to go with the Peacekeepers, she went back to the living-room where Chaff was unsuccessfully trying to reason with Haymitch.

"He's out of it." he told her. His eyes were dark with anger.

"Haymitch?" she whispered, placing a hand on her victor's shoulder.

He trashed immediately, trying to get away from her. "No, I don't want to. You go away…"

"Haymitch." she repeated more firmly, crouching next to the chair. "It's me."

His grey eyes were unfocused but he seemed to make an effort at the sound of her voice. "Effie?" His hand reached for her arm and he squeezed so hard it made her wince. "Effie, there's a woman… She's trying to…"

"Yes, I know." she cut him off, before prying her arm away from his grip. He wasn't aware of what he was doing. "She won't bother you any longer. I dealt with it."

"That she did." Chaff chuckled. "You should have seen it."

Haymitch's head was lolling right and left as if he couldn't quite keep it up. "Effie?"

She brushed his hair away from his eyes, then glanced at Chaff. "Whatever she gave him, it's potent."

"Yeah." Eleven's victor agreed. "We should make him throw up. That's what we do with poisoned berries at home."

"The doctor should be here shortly…" she hesitated, unwilling to do something that could make it worse.

"At this time of night?" Chaff huffed. "Come on, love. Trust me on this."

She truly didn't know what to do so she nodded. She helped Chaff drag Haymitch to his bedroom and then to his bathroom, she ended up doing most of the carrying because Haymitch always seemed to lean on her side, reluctant to part from her. Chaff snorted more than once but fortunately didn't comment.

She let Eleven's victor in charge of the purging part, simply rubbing Haymitch's back, her head turned away and breathing through her mouth – that, at least, was nothing she wasn't used to. When his stomach was empty and he only heaved dry, he seemed almost ready to pass out. Effie was beside herself with worry.

"Where is this doctor?" she raged. "Could you try to phone?"

"We need to keep him awake." Chaff retorted, clicking his fingers in front of Haymitch's face to no avail. With each passing second, Haymitch was slumping more and more against her. "Get him in the shower. Cold water." He hauled Haymitch up, his face tight with concern. "You will need to get in with him."

"I beg your pardon?" she huffed, getting back on her feet.

"I'm short of an arm in case you didn't notice, love." he snapped. "Now get in the bloody shower."

She glared at Chaff but one look at Haymitch was enough to convince her that arguing could wait. She kicked off her shoes and climbed in the shower. It took some maneuvering to get Haymitch in there as well. Complying with the other man's instruction, she did her best to keep upright so Haymitch would stay on his feet. She wasn't ready for the cold water stream that poured on them.

"It's freezing!" she gasped, her slip on Haymitch's weakening.

"That's the point." Chaff replied. "Haymitch, can you hear me?"

Effie wasn't sure she had ever seen Chaff that grim.

"Effie." Haymitch mumbled, leaning more heavily on her. "Cold."

She was freezing, her damp wig was heavy and she was slipping on the wet floor so Haymitch's clumsy attempts to wrap his arms around her weren't totally welcomed. Chaff tried to help steady him but Haymitch battled his hand away with so much violence Effie almost lost her balance.

"'Should have known." Chaff chuckled, stepping back. "Trust his drugged self to want only you."

She was prevented to answer by the arrival of Finnick and a bald old man with a dyed red beard. He ordered them out of the shower before he had to treat them both for pneumonia on top of everything else. Effie refused to leave when he told her to go and get changed, she accepted the towel Finnick fetched for her but barely listened to what he told her about the woman – Seneca had her under watch and wanted to have a meeting with Effie on the following day, that was all she took of his explanations – too focused on the doctor's examination of Haymitch.

"He seems alright." the man finally declared. "You should let him sleep it off and I will come back tomorrow to check on him." Faced with three pairs of anxious eyes, the doctor huffed. "He will be alright." he repeated again. "No more consequences than a bad headache. Now get him into dry clothes and into bed." He looked at Effie and shook his head. "The same goes for you, Miss. You will catch your death."

She left to Chaff the task of walking the doctor back to the elevator and to Finnick the one of actually getting Haymitch into pajamas. Getting out of her wet dress was more difficult than it should have been, the wet fabric clung to her skin and she thought, too late, that she must have given the men quite a show. The wet wig was even more complicated to unpin from her head and it was so soaked she simply placed it in the trash. It was beyond repair anyway.

She took the time to blow her hair dry and get into matching satin shorts and top before passing a dressing gown and venturing back to Haymitch's room, not even caring that she wasn't fit to be seen. The ordeal had left her completely exhausted.

Finnick and Chaff both stared at her with round eyes when she appeared at the bedroom door. It was Chaff who broke the awkward silence with an appreciative whistle.

"Okay…" Eleven's victor laughed. "Now I get it."

Effie folded her arms over her chest, not particularly understanding what he "got" out of her looking ready for bed.

"He's asleep." Finnick said after clearing his throat. "Do you want one of us to stay or…"

"No, thank you." she smiled. "He is my responsibility, I will manage."

For a second, they both seemed about to argue but then they must have realized that she would stand her ground because they made their excuses but not without making her swear she would fetch one of them if she needed to.

Effie sat on the bed next to Haymitch who was indeed sleeping soundlessly and brushed the hair out of his face. It was too long again, always in his eyes… She didn't know how he could stand it. She shed her dressing gown and stretched out next to him on the bed, on the covers, unwilling to leave him unsupervised.

She hadn't planned on falling asleep but next thing she knew she was being poked awake by an insistent finger.

"Effie." The voice was familiar and irritated and it took her longer than it should have to place it and to remember what had happened the previous evening. Her eyes opened wide and she sat up only to flop back down when she realized Haymitch was simply awake and there was no other immediate danger. Since he was poking her quite annoyingly in the arm, he couldn't be on the verge of dying.

"Quit that." she snapped, whacking away the finger that seemed determined to bruise her. She didn't need more of that, a glance told her there were dark patches on her arms left by all the desperate grabbing from the night before.

"Don't shout, my head is killing me." Haymitch whined. "What are you doing in my bed? Did we…"

It was uncertain and awkward all at once.

"Don't you remember?" she frowned, turning on her side to look at him.

His eyes shot down to her breasts and she realized that she was showing a lot more than she had intended in the first place. With a pointed glare, she wriggled under the sheets until everything was covered.

"Sure, I do…" he winced. "You were great."

She rolled her eyes. "We didn't have sex, Haymitch. What is the last thing you remember?"

She couldn't quite tell if he looked relieved of disappointed. He leaned on his back and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead.

"I was at the party…" he said at last. "I must have drunk too much… It's all a blur. There was that crazy woman… She…" He frowned and looked at her, his face hardened. "What happened at that party?"

"She slipped something into your drink." Effie offered, placing a hand on his arm to soften the blow.

Haymitch didn't betray anything. "Did she…"

"No." She was quick to reassure him. "I stopped her. Chaff and Finnick helped me."

He stared at her for a few seconds and then averted his eyes. "I suppose I owe you a thank you, then."

"This is no proper way to convey your gratefulness but I will accept it all the same." she replied. There was a long moment of silence, he mostly spent rubbing his head even though it would have no effect on his headache. "Haymitch?"

"Yeah?" he grunted.

She crept closer to him tentatively. When he didn't outright push her away, she sneaked an arm around his waist and hugged him for dear life. He seemed surprised but he embraced her back after a second. "Please, never let anyone drug you again. It gave me quite a scare."

"Tell you what…" he snorted in her hair. "From now on, you're the only woman allowed to buy me a drink, sweetheart."

"I will never encourage your drinking habits as you are very well aware." she argued, yet she still held on to him. It occurred to her that it was longer than a friendly hug should be – a lot more incriminating too since they were laying in bed together – but she couldn't bring herself to mind.

"A pity." he sighed. His fingers tapped on her shoulder rhythmically, sure sign he was deep in thought. "Why do I remember being with you in the shower?"

"Probably because you were." She relaxed her grip and found a more comfortable way to rest her head on his shoulder. "You were very confused, we were trying to keep you awake"

"Yeah, if I had you in the shower and didn't try anything, I must have been." he mused. He was petting her hair absent-mindedly.

She ought to chide him over the comment or at the very least be horrified at the idea that she was wearing neither wig nor make-up but all she could do was stifle a yawn.

"You should sleep some more." she advised, patting his chest. "I think you could use the rest."

"So could you obviously." he mocked but she didn't understand where the mockery came from.

"I can't." she muttered, her eyes closing on their own. "I need to speak to Seneca about yesterday. It's his responsibility to make sure it doesn't happen again… I need to go."

"You need to go?" Haymitch snorted. "So, you're not actually falling asleep on me?"

"Of course not." she protested, burrowing against his side. He was very warm.

"Right." he sighed.

The last thing she was aware of before she slipped into slumber was the light pressure of lips on her forehead.