Prompt : Hey! I've been reading your one shot collection on fanfiction called Have A Drink, Sweetheart, and if you're still taking prompts, could you please do some more of Finnick trying to make Haymitch jealous? I really love those ones!

Payback Is A Bitch

Effie was leaning against the bar, waiting for her order, when she found herself trapped between two muscled tanned arms.

"There are more conventional ways to say hello, you know." she grinned, turning around to face Finnick.

"True but they don't turn Haymitch that lovely shade of purple I love so much." he replied, leaning his elbows against the counter until she had no more room to move. She was effectively trapped between his strong body and the polished wood of the bar. She didn't need to look to know people were glancing at them and probably gossiping at their antics. It would be in that night Celebrities Special, she was sure.

"Haymitch is very busy and very sober this year." she retorted with a proud smile. "I don't think he will care much for your games, Finnick."

Last time she had seen her victor, he had been intent on securing enough money to send Katniss some medicine for her burns.

"I beg to differ." Four's victor flashed her his trademark wolfish grin. "He will care very much because he is sober. You smell very good. New perfume?"

He made a show of sniffing, bringing his face much too close to her neck. His nose bumped against her jaw.

"Yes, if you must ask." she laughed, shaking her head. "And why are you so set on infuriating Haymitch tonight?"

"He just snatched my sponsor right in front of me." Finnick explained. "So I said I would snatch his escort. Payback is a bitch."

"Language." she chided him, glancing over his shoulder in time to see Haymitch glaring at her. "You are going to get me in trouble. I am supposed to be charming sponsors not getting hit on by you." She had just stopped for a glass really. "I need to go back to work."

"Ah, ah…" he prevented her from escaping by stepping in her path. "Just a few more seconds. Nice earrings by the way."

"Flattery will get you nowhere." she sighed.

"Flattery always gets me everywhere." he argued.

"How about it gets you elsewhere." Haymitch growled from behind his shoulder.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Effie winked. "Now if you would kindly let me go…"

"But I was about to offer you a transfer to Four…" Finnick lamented. "Haymitch is always saying he doesn't want you. Now you know how appreciated you would be in our team… Mags loves you and you and I… We could have so much fun."

"I'm sure Della will be thrilled to hear it." she deadpanned.

"Trinket won't leave the winning team for the losers." Haymitch snorted. "You're too late, boy."

"How about a drink?" Finnick insisted, still not removing his arms from around her.

She couldn't quite suppress her nagging suspicion. "Are you trying to keep me away from sponsors?"

Finnick's grin was impish. "All is fair in love and war."

"And is this love or war, I wonder?" she retorted.

"If you're wondering then you're dumber than I thought." Haymitch spat, pushing on Finnick's arm until he let go.

Effie wasted no time in stepping away although she did whack Haymitch's shoulder on her way. "There is no need for name-calling. I will thank you not to insult me."

He rolled his eyes but steered her far away from Finnick with a firm hand at the small of her back nevertheless. He didn't apologize but his thumb traced a soothing circle against her back.

"That was rather desperate on his part." she commented. "It's unusual."

Haymitch's smirk was smug and satisfied. "That's because we're winning, sweetheart."

Her answering smile was equally smug.

Winning was sweet.