Prompt : Hello! I love your writing and I saw picture of Haymitch and Plutarch talking during party at the Presidential Palace and could you write something about Haymitch and Effie dancing at this party , flirting and maybe teasing each other and then maybe something with elevator? ;) It would be great!

Victory Dance

"How do you like our new Head Gamemaker?" Effie asked, appearing at his side as if out of thin air, the same flute of pink cocktail he had gotten her earlier still in her hand. It was her thing at parties : she would always have a glass and wave it around but she would barely touch it. She didn't like to indulge in alcohol when Haymitch did for them both.

"A bit too plump for my taste." Haymitch shrugged. "And he's lacking boobs."

She pursed her mouth in annoyance but there was a suppressed grin tugging at the right corner of her lips. "And there you looked so cozy laughing together I almost expected you to ask him to dance which would have vexed me greatly since I am still waiting for you to take me out on that dance floor."

"You sure you want to risk your feet?" he snorted.

She placed her flute on the tray of a passing waiter and extended her hand pointedly. He rolled his eyes but took it anyway, knowing they would be expected to dance together at least once. It was, after all, their Victory Tour too.

Dancing wasn't something he enjoyed but dancing with Effie was always easy – or she made it so. She took the lead without waiting for him to decided where to put his hands or in which direction to move. She rested one hand on his shoulder and extended her other arm and waltzing they went, albeit barely better than the kids. He was unpracticed and clumsy but she was elegant and graceful so it made for a good match. Her smile was dazzling.

"How many marriage proposal tonight?" he asked, for lack of a better topic. Somehow, she always ended up being asked by crazy sponsors or fans.

"Two for now." she laughed. "You could be the third."

"I'm not really the marrying type but we could skip that and go directly to the wedding night." He winked.

"Shocking!" she faked a gasp but her eyes were sparkling with amusement. That was another sort of dancing, one they were very familiar with. "Also tempting."

"You're all talk, sweetheart." he smirked.

"I'm trying to keep your pride intact." she replied. "You couldn't possibly handle me."

He pulled her closer abruptly, reducing the very proper distance she had put between their bodies to nothing. "Do you want to bet on that?"

"Ruffian." she huffed with some fondness. "This isn't your average victory party though, Haymitch. We're at the presidential mansion, kindly put some space back between us before someone gets the wrong idea and starts gossiping."

"Because you hate gossips." he snorted, holding her tight where she was. "Wasn't it you who told me bad publicity was better than no publicity at all? So… What kind of publicity shagging a victor would be, Princess?"

"Any other victor? Excellent." she grinned. "You? Not so excellent."

"You're breaking my heart." He shook his head but he could tell she wasn't fooled. "And here I thought we were going to have a stolen night of passion."

"Stolen night of passion?" she laughed. "Have you been reading romance novels?"

"And here I thought we were going to fuck like rabbits." he reformulated. "Is that better?"

"Now it's vulgar." she pointed out. "See, either you are ridiculous or you are crass, there is just no in-between with you."

"To be fair, you're either annoying or very hot, so…" He shrugged. The song reached its end at that moment and she stepped out of his arms very easily. He followed her back to the crowd gathered around the dance floor. "One day, I will ask you outright to my bed, sweetheart. Just so you know."

"One day, I will say yes." she replied with a challenging smile, before disappearing again between two Capitol women.