Victory tour era- Person A's got no hot water to shower with, so he/she uses person B's shower. Afterwards, Haymitch and Effie bump into each other, naked. Maybe also a reaction of this incident and someone writing it into their diary and Peeta finding it? OMG! xoxo

This is crack. Again. ^^

Cold Shower

What Haymitch hated the most on that Victory Tour was the constant need to shower. He usually was very happy to shower once or twice a week at most – depending on how drunk he was and how difficult it would be to reach the bathroom – but the Tour meant constant public appearances which in turn meant Effie, Portia and Cinna would team up to kill him if he didn't at the very least look clean.

Of course, he mused, after fighting for several minutes with the control panel, showering would be a lot easier if they had been working like in Twelve : a tap, two options : hot and cold – or, really, lukewarm because plumbing in Twelve wasn't good. He had learned to master Capitol technology a long time ago but it was sometimes more puzzling than useful. After more tinkering, he deduced that it was the shower that was faulty and not his competences in turning it on. He increased the temperature to the maximum and yet the streaming water was still ice cold.

He wasn't a fan of the cold.

Now, Haymitch had two options : the first one was foregoing the shower entirely but he had been drinking that afternoon and he was reeking of booze which would send both Portia and Effie into a screaming fit – and, boy, could those women screech – or he could sneak into someone else's room and shower there. The closest was Effie's. She probably was still busy going over Peeta's outfit with the stylist so he didn't think twice before heading to her room, clad only in his towel.

Her shower seemed to work perfectly fine : there was hot water at least. The default setting was for flowers perfumed water, Haymitch tinkered with that. He didn't want to smell like he had been rolling in daisies.

The shower took longer than usual, mainly because he lost a lot of time examining the fancy products neatly lined up: shampoo, hair conditioner, body creams… They were lined from the biggest bottle to the smallest and he took great pleasure in messing up the order.

He must have been in her bathroom for fifteen minutes when he finally turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

He was just reaching for the towel he had left on the sink when the door opened and in walked Effie, naked as the day she was born, real blond hair floating down on her shoulders.

There was a second of shock.

His eyes locked with hers before they roamed down the exposed – tantalizing – creamy skin.

Gorgeous, his brain supplied, a bit surprised, right before she shrieked.

"Haymitch!" she yelled, her face flushed with fury and embarrassment. The blush ran down her throat and right to her cleavage where it disappeared in the flat line between her breasts. He licked his lips. "You pervert! Stop looking!" She snatched the towel from underneath his hand and wrapped herself in it, all the while glaring at him. "I hope you have a really good explanation."

The towel wasn't doing a good job at hiding her body. Her legs were still bare, endless and smooth looking, it made him hard for him to swallow or focus on anything that wasn't her.

"Why, sweetheart, isn't it your biggest dream?" he taunted, desperate to find some familiar ground. "A naked victor in your bathroom?"

"Not particularly." she snorted, her eyes darting down and up again. "You should cover yourself. I know I'm an attractive person but that's embarrassing."

His brain wasn't the only part of him finding her gorgeous and desirable. There was no denying that.

"You took my towel." he pointed out.

She closed her eyes, an expression of dread on her face. "Please, do tell me this towel went nowhere near your… personal parts before."

"Can't do." he smirked. "Lying is a sin."

He almost laughed out loud at the disgust she displayed. He watched as she secured a silk gown around her body before tugging the towel down. She tossed it at his face, not looking at him in the eyes.

"Why are you acting like the prude we both know you're not?" He rolled his eyes but didn't fasten the towel just yet. He liked embarrassing her.

"Because you're reacting to seeing me naked and that makes me uncomfortable. If you don't understand why, then I can't do anything for you." she snapped. "I don't even have a wig on, for goodness' sake!"

"It's an improvement if you ask me." he chuckled but finally wrapped the towel around his hips.

"Nobody asked you." she hissed. "Now, what are you doing here?"

"I didn't have any hot water." he explained with annoyance.

"Couldn't you have contacted the staff or at the very least asked me to borrow my bathroom?" she replied with irritation. "It is just like you to be so rude and inconsiderate."

"I'm sorry you had to see my ugly naked District self." he scowled. "You shouldn't have barged in."

"It's my bathroom, how was I supposed to know someone was already in there?" she retorted. Then she folded her arms. "I never said you were ugly."

"Impressed, are we?" he smirked.

"Hardly." she scoffed.

"That's a good description." He wiggled his eyebrows.

She pursed her lips in irritation but she was fighting a smile and her eyes were sparkling with amusement. "Now would be a good time to leave, Haymitch."

"As you wish, Princess." he shrugged. He paused next to her on his way to the door. "For the record… You're very hot."

"And you are being extremely inappropriate." she replied, her lips stretching into a provocative smile. "Not that I blame you. You will dream about me for nights to come."

"Won't you?" he teased. "I saw you looking."

They stared at each other for a few seconds. They were dancing very close to the line, he mused. It wouldn't take much more to cross it.

"You were leaving." she reminded him.

"I was." he surrendered. "You're welcome to use my shower if yours break."

He didn't think she would take the bait but she lifted an elegant eyebrow. "I will keep it in mind."

He was shaking his head when he exited her room which explained why he didn't see the boy before he was standing right in front of him. Peeta was very much gaping.

Being seen exiting his escort's room wearing nothing but a towel certainly wasn't his greatest moment.

"I don't want to know." the boy said, lifting his hands in a defensive gesture before turning on his heels and walking away as quickly as he could.

Somehow, Haymitch was sure he would never hear the end of it.